written by: Nydia

I walk this lonely road

Made of stones

Bare feet

And now they bleed

But it doesn’t stop me

This movement I keep

The harsh wind blows

It breaks my bones

Internally I bruise

And I cry…

To get off this road

Do I even try?

I think not…

So I walk…

Only to find

The road is incomplete

In the middle of nowhere I stand

With a mount of stones in the front of me

And still my feet bleed

And my bones ache

Can I endure more pain?

So one by one I begin to take

Each stone and put them in their place

As if I knew it by heart…

Working so hard now

And it’s only made me weak

Once so tall

To my knees I fall

On this path of misery

I myself have helped build.