Walking
I walk this hill of anger
one heartbeat at a time
a stranger to myself and others
I cannot tell if I’m climbing
or falling
I cannot see where I’m going
but my feet continue moving
and I am certain
that soon
I will reach my destination
not knowing what I will find
I walk this hill of anger
with the greatest reservation
knowing not
what I will find.
one heartbeat at a time
a stranger to myself and others
I cannot tell if I’m climbing
or falling
I cannot see where I’m going
but my feet continue moving
and I am certain
that soon
I will reach my destination
not knowing what I will find
I walk this hill of anger
with the greatest reservation
knowing not
what I will find.