My life has been
cut into pieces,
burnt to ashes,
beaten to near death.
The scattered remains
of whats left of me,
as sharp as glass,
rest among ashes,
waiting for their chance to
penetrate my bare feet.
I have NO shoes
and time is running out.
I need to get past my past.
I need to cross the path
I created for myself
once again.
Glass shards piercing
the underbellies of my naked feet,
embers still glowing amongst the grey.
Grimacing, I push onward,
torturing my innocent skin.
No more regrets.
No more secrets.
I close my eyes tight,
pulling tainted glass
from my feet;
the only two things carrying me.
I am forever lost in a sea of torment and
until I might somehow find my way,
I'm still looking for the best way out.
I'm still walking. |
Submission Name: Pressing Onward
