So often the valley is compared to the difficult, the dark, the dangerous

sometimes strange to us — thinking this — is just for a season

looking for reasons — to escape.

Hoping the mountain top is where we are supposed to live…

but how can I give — food, water, or love

when stuck above — in the clouds, surrounded by isolation?

It seems like the valley is where the fruit tends to grow,

the water begins to flow — how will I know

the smile of another when separated from my brother?

So… I’ve reached a conclusion — a resolution.

this valley I run from — is actually

my home.