I've crossed the road
ofburning pavement barefooted.
Swam the seas of tears
with my numbing limbs.I've crossed all that there was
with no inkling idea
to the where I am supposed to go
or was there even a place to go.Yet the last strand of hope
seemed so hard to break
And I find my body,
though exhausted, still moving.
YOU ARE READING
Unconditionally
Poetry25 Poetries Each contradicting the first but it takes recognition to gain acceptance