Comments : The Years That Follow.

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    In keeping with the metaphorical hiking and getting nowhere theme, this is a poem that feels like I got to the end with a 30kg rucksuck on my back; it is that 'heavy', if you understand my meaning. Terribly sad, but I do hope it was a cathartic release.

    Take care, MA

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Mary Anne, this write I feel so many can relate to. You've described this feeling of going in circles, yet continuing to stand still perfectly. I hope you find that warm hearth where you can finally rest and really be at peace. Hugs-