Walk through the hardest moments.
Walk without stumbling.
Slice through the fear with a machete
of resolve, tempered with rage and
trembling with unbending purpose.
Step over the broken pieces of bad
judgments turned to ugly regrets.
Push through the mistakes in your
path, thrusting them aside as if they
were merely leaves fallen from
a tree hungering for winter’s sleep.
Give yourself a chance to breathe.
Settle into the comfort of wisdom
gained from painful experience.
Extend a hand to the ones behind,
the ones slogging through fields of
pain waving in your wake, tired
from their journeys but trying
to walk without stumbling.
Let them rest in your hammock, its
threads woven from compassion.