
Photo: Andrey Grinkevich on Unsplash
There would be no smooth solutions
No easy way to extract
Themselves
From the tangle
They had let grow
All around them.
Only one way out was left:
Through the bramble,
Through the sorrow
Through the scars that would
Need nursing
Back to truth.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Bramble
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