Through the Broken Branches and Hidden Snake Holes

I’m the road less traveled by that people give up on because the beaten path ends
And they see me as a dead end
But if only they’d be willing to push past the branches and brave through the the thorns
Not every rose has its thorns
But through the broken branches and hidden snake holes is the place unable to comprehend yet to the open minded but unprepared
The place where you are safe to scream and make a fool of yourself
The place where the beauty hurts
Where love never had to be discovered but was already there
A crumbled wall surrounds the seemingly endless perimeter
Making stepping stones to higher places and understanding

~ Megan


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