A Long And Lonely Journey Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Four hundred days, a blink, a sigh,
When laughter rings and spirits fly.
But some days crawl, a heavy chain,
Four hundred days of sun and rain.

Alone, through struggle, ease, and strife,
To mend a broken, weary life.
A quiet war, within the soul,
To make oneself again feel whole.

New strength, a plant, pushed from the ground,
Where shadows lurked and fears were found.
With body strong, and mind made clear,
And spirit rising, banishing fear.

Then sickness came, a chilling guest,
To steal away the hard-won rest.
A fight for breath, a silent plea,
For health, for peace, for liberty.

Yet still you stand, a steadfast tree,
Through all the storms, wild and free.
The path is long, the trials deep,
But promises you choose to keep.