All in POETRY
When the state of my reality seems nothing but gloomy,
Clouded with complication, worry and doubt.
I look to my vanity for those rose-colored glasses
And there, a better taste in my mouth.
A trail beckons, opens its arms and calmly welcomes,
Rocks jump and crack with each step,
Moving slightly to preserve her memory.
A never ending tunnel ahead,
Shrinking space provoking curiosity and wonder.