Growth

The night was long
And I was dim
And distractions played their happy part.
Now I feel as if I’ve washed
— washed up on the shore.
Could this be,
this long hard night,
could this be the way?

You think that what you want
will be a certain way
but ways are not that easy
and traveling draws blood
and it is hard to remember where you are going
after all the blows.