There are days

When the sun shines bright,

My footfalls are light

And I smile.

There are days

When all seems dark,

My footfalls are heavy

Leaving deep marks where I tread.

But always,

Whatever the day,

You remain constant,

For that is the way, that you are.

Sometimes cajoling,

Softly chiding,

Never hiding

From the words that will heal.

So, on we go,

You and I,

You trying,

And me, extremely trying.

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Owain Glyn