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Mar 2011
Inside I am empty and drained
My tears flow like fallen rain
I see the pool of water at my feet
As I look for the sign of the next street
I am trying hard not to be bitter
Not clogging my head with litter
I do not want to trip and fall
Hitting my head on the walls
It hurts and cuts way too deep
The downfalls I refuse to reap
I will surely take the higher road
I don't want extra baggage on this load
I can untangle the web I have weaved
In this I am truly relieved
My feet ladened move on ahead
For I refuse to live as if I am dead
Beyond I see the crossroads before me
Continuing forward I see what is meant to be
Street lights make my way bright
For future steps to take flight
Soon the trail of tears will cease
Then I will feel the true release
I will again walk on sacred ground
Inner peace again the only sound
Then others will follow in my prints
In the eyes I see the sparkling glints
Rain no longer falls down our cheeks
We now have only beauty and light to seek
Written 2010
Written by
Carol Huizinga  Okotoks
(Okotoks)   
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