You're brought to the mountain top so you can see where you're going,
Just to delve immediately back into the jungle below.
For naught can grow in these rocky heights,
But in the dark depths, life flourishes.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeful
PoetryA collection of (kind of) poetry of mine. I guess you could say that these are kind of written to myself as little bits of encouragement. Life isn't always full of rocks and hard places and sometimes that reminder is needed in the form of writing...
