In keeping with the metaphorical hiking and getting nowhere theme, this is a poem that feels like I got to the end with a 30kg rucksuck on my back; it is that 'heavy', if you understand my meaning. Terribly sad, but I do hope it was a cathartic release.

Take care, MA

Mary Anne, this write I feel so many can relate to. You've described this feeling of going in circles, yet continuing to stand still perfectly. I hope you find that warm hearth where you can finally rest and really be at peace. Hugs-