Can't go over it.
Can't go under it.
You have to go through it.
I tried to run away- but the tacky mud weighed me down.
I tried to flee- but my heavy legs slowed the pace.
I tried to escape- but my distracted brain wouldn't settle.
I tried avoidance, but my broken heart just lay wearily in my chest.
I sat on a crumbling log -letting sweat and tears rain on me
until I heard the warning of a chattering squirrel:
"Keep it moving sister- you have to go through it."
So I picked myself up, wiped away the tears, and began moving forward