Long roads

At some point you realize
That those are the only roads
You have left-
The one without guard rails
Or dry runs
Or pit stops around every corner.
Becoming whole
Doesn’t happen
Just because we are aware of
Our need for it.
It is a road
That must be walked down
A destiny that demands to be
Contested for.
The best version of ourselves
Will be excavated from the dirt
Not unveiled a polished
Resplendent jewel.
The road of becoming
May be arduous and long
But it is ALWAYS
Worth it.

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