I chose the narrow path
less trod and
not well-worn
Entangled in briars and brambles
I knew my skin would be torn
As I ran along
voices whispered
taunting, jeering, mocking
my decision
to take the narrow road
But another voice penetrated the
darkness
a blanket of hope laying
over all my fears
Gently reminding
this path leads home
As I ran I oft stumbled
was quick to falter and fall
Soon I understood why this path
seemed empty
and unworn
For in the moments
when I could
no longer even crawl
strong arms reached out
to carry me to the throne
(Original poem by Katy Owens)
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