This too, shall

There is no tunnel, I know
That this is an open air
Path. If it were a tunnel,
I would feel safe from the
Looming threats, sheltered
As it were from the onslaught.
Either way, there is a far off end, or
Perhaps closer than I suspect,
Where I do not feel defeated,
And contentment rules over the
Blue. But today I am all
Over azure, indigo. Clouded,
Heavy and down, cold
And shivering along at
One stuttering, staggering
Step at a time. It is
All I can do, to keep
Away from the blankets
And succoring sleep.
Stay aloft until
The end of this trail,
And maybe then,
The warmth of the sun,
A milder time.

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