My wound grows deeper <br />as my climb becomes steeper <br />my river more narrow <br />and not straight as an arrow <br />I've fallen off the path again <br />only remembering where I've been <br />when the stream was gentle and wide <br />now it's a scary and lonely ride <br />Is a ride alone even worth the trip? <br />Please catch me before I lose my grip<br /><br />Andrew Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doubt-15/
