Journeys are long and hard.
They can end sadly
Or just plainly.
Nothing can be done.
Nothing can be said.
But continue on.
Journeys are part of life.
You struggle.
You drive.
You continue.
You thrive.
But all can fail.
Life continues on.
Journeys reveal new journeys
A door can close,
Just use the window.
Discover a new way.
Never give up.
Just continue.
And pray.
Eyes open.
Light floods.
Neck & spine.
Stabbing pain.
Burning sensation.
I can’t move…
I CAN’T MOVE!
Tears spilling.
Unmovable legs.
Feel nothing.
Get up…
GET UP!
Nothing happens.
Don’t worry.
Only a nightmare.
Back to sleep.
This is one of my fears.
What would you chose 
Sight or sound?
If one was no longer
To be found.
Would like to see
Bumblebees and other bugs
Travel through time
Dancing and giving hugs.
Would you like hear
The faint rustles of leaves.
Stirring up your simple fears
Drifting off into the breeze.
Wonder if you didn’t have these traits,
Would your life changed?
Or would you embrace
The subtle wonders within your space?
