Some slide in skates
Others glide on jet
We’re all on some journey
A soul’s the ticket you get

When roads scream unpaved
And trails bear snakes
Keep eyes trained on lessons
Being there, no mistake

We are only moving forward
Some days it don’t seem so
Flat tire, high wire
Then the blinding snow

But don’t let go

Plod onward
Look forward
The journey is the pearl
Destinations are evasive
Traveling through this world

Push through
Jump over
The journey is the goal
Refining, upward climbing
Attaining your perfect whole.

Sunny Isles, Florida

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About the Author
Chana holds an M.S. in Special Education. Her innovative poems, essays and lectures reflect two and a half decades of experience working with students of all ages and abilities. Chana's writing has been published on, as well as in The Canadian Jewish News, The Jewish Press, and AMI. As a longtime volunteer with the Friendship Circle, Chana was recognised by the Ontario Legislature for “bringing a smile to the faces of children with special needs.” Although Chana 's "heart is in the east" she currently lives with her with her family in Toronto.