Jan 2015
As I walk the path of the forgotten
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.
Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?
I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.
stripped of all but dignity.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone;
these are the trials we all must face.
Stripped of all but dignity
I shall not bow my head in shame.
These are the trials we all must face.
But, do I walk this path alone?
I shall not bow my head in shame.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
But, do I walk this path alone?
There is no shadow by my side.
The scars serve as reminders of who I have become.
Traversing through mud and sand and stone.
There is no shadow by my side.
As I walk the path of the forgotten.
I wrote this as a challenge to myself. To write something that's more structured than what I typically write. I chose a pantoum because I enjoyed the way they're structured.
