Monday, January 9, 2023

Weary Traveler

I have walked the path set before me,
It's potholes, its loose stones, it's
scattered debris
And I passed by the unmarked trail
And their mists reaching for my heart and my soul
And my feet, stumbling for stability.
I have walked in puddles, and I have walked
In mud
Of which even the sun refuses to dry. 

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