Sinking
Sinking
thinking
blinking
unfair
despair
pain
so steep
bleak
trying to speak
you fight
it isn’t right
gravel
uneven travel
so steep
impossible to keep
smile plastered on
for so long
treading
where are you heading?
each stone
you step upon
reminds you that youth is gone.
YOU made it, YOU kept going, YOU didn't stop. YOU refused to step of the track...
I got your back.
I find such grace in this seasoned soul, no longer chasing fleeting youth; my poems are a story told of finding beauty in my own truth.