The lonely road

Imprints in the ashes, barefoot I walk this road, cut deep in my shoulders, as it try to bear this load, prayed for a cool breeze, then what I got was snow, asked for warmer days, and found desert sand below,

This road is unforgiving, it will make you not forget, every blister a cruel memory, every cut a deep regret, the more you try to fight it, with more resistance you’re met,

With every lonely step I take, more blood runs down my back, lashes from the ones I love, they won’t cut me some slack, I stop, I pause, I turn around, this road is just too rough, I drop this weight off from my back, I feel I’ve had enough…

Photo by Lydia

Dreamer in a cruel world

She was a dreamer, a believer, filled with hope from head to toe, he lived in the real world, a cruel world, his hope spent long ago,

Always so close, but never within reach, the hope inside her written words, the sadness in his speech,

See he had been knocked down before, more times than he could count, this world had dealt him many blows, that he would rather not account

Now she was on a different path, her road so soft and free, sheltered from the ugly truth of this world’s misery,

But yet they felt drawn together, ironic as it seems, for he sheltered her from harm, as she sewed his heart back together at the seams

Photo by cottonbro studio