Onward

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The path grew thin
Before me
But I managed
To trudge on
The wall grew tight
Around me
But through a crack
I was freed
The heat of every moment
Collected and settled on
My soul
Weighing my existence down
Through it all
I lost a bit of myself
But never forgot who I was
Who I am
The ashes of those, who
Before me, failed
Fell upon my troubled mind
And led me to believe I
Had no chance
Still my body trudged on
Drug my feet through the rubble
Of misery and carried me to
The heart of life
Showing the joy of who I've
Come to be
Cause through it all
A part of me
Gained an improbable amount of
Courage, strength, and left me
With of feeling of being thoroughly free
Like I never thought to need

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