She walks alone down the winding path
Seeing where she went wrong
A couple turns and she was in
A place she didn't belong.
The twists and turns and forking trails
She chose along the way
Represented her many doubts
Of lasting one more day.
Oft trails would go on and on
With not an end in sight
And she would tire of the struggle
Deciding to end the fight.
Then she would see the glimmer of hope
That signaled her long before
And once again she would push forth
Determined to thrive once more.
At the jouney's end she found
What had been there all along
That though the path is sometimes hard
Hope will draw her on.