at our own pace

do not feel sorry for

the snail

the lowly

thing crawling

dragging itself from here

to there

tucked partly

into it's shell.

it's contentment

is unseen.

nor should you feel

sorry

for yourself.

we all move at our own

speed,

heal

on our own time table

and accomplish

things

when the time is right.

sometimes

we need to be low,

and moving

at our own pace, 

lost in the shadows,

but going ever forward,

whether

fast,

whether slow.