8 – Wit’s End

The path
to Wit’s End
starts wide
and unexpected,
beckons you
with promises of
Hope Ahead >>

There are steep hills
built high on
Anticipation
followed by
dark valleys of
Disappointment
that eventually lead to
a narrow rocky path
marked
Just Keep Going >>

eerily dark
day or night,
its brambles making
forward movement
near impossible
its Switchbacks
and Turn-Arounds
keeping you
sufficiently
dizzy enough
not to notice
you’ve arrived

Wit’s End

breathless
heart pounding
Fight or Flight
muscles
glistening

wondering do you
follow
This Way >>
one more time
or jump?

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Poem ©2024, Jen Payne. Photo by kublizz. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.