Just My Poems

#38 Gold (Viewpoint 3)

I count everything,
My steps,
The trees,
The numbers float all over.

That one number,
That relaxes my muscles,
Puts me at ease.

I have to reach that number,
No matter the distance,
Arduous,
I remain ardent.

Steadfast,
Curious stares stab me,
Mustering strength,
Just to ignore.

The number a bridge,
To my mental calm.