Unyielding

The days are turning colder,

but I don't dress any warmer;

I wear the cold night,

a cape of memories clung

to my wretched skin;

I watch the path

out before me eternally;

Trembling fingers clasp

the thin cloak in the wind;

Puffs of air are blown free

from the chilled soul, painfully;

Howling storms stir my mind

with afflictions of pure terror;

Another step I set upon the road,

forward, forward, I must go.

Reviews

[Kruppz]

Whatever you do, move forward. You heard those lines "If you can't fly, run. Can't run, walk. Can't walk, crawl. But whatever you do, keep moving forward" (paraphrased). I admire your attitude. I lack this in me; I become stationary - i hold no pretense about it.