The Path —- BY TESSA
She never chose the easy life path.
She had to cut, hack out her swath.
She searched for her method of attack,
But knew she had to find a working tack.
There were days she got ahead,
But most were days she learned to dread.
Over and over she did the same things.
Hoping for success or that she would grow wings.
Wings would take her here and there.
She wouldn’t have to cut through anywhere.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian