To the obstacle in front of me, by Britta Benson

Today, I’ve got a wee poem for you. Simply a thought I would like to share. Here goes: To the obstacle in front of me Nothing is shaped in free flow. The moment I bump into things, when it hurts, when I’m stopped, when life simply can’t go on like before, I realize who IContinue reading “To the obstacle in front of me, by Britta Benson”

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