Treading

A poem written to inspire someone who means a lot to me

When the tall towers start crumbling

And the gates start flooding

When paths once known are washed away 

Keep treading, keep treading till the break of day

 

Ruts seem filled with the water spilled

And the grounds grip seems more firm

But with doubts it certainly teems-

Keep treading, keep treading till you patch the seams

 

When the forest has fallen

And the trees are laid bare

The past like phantoms come knocking-

Keep treading, keep treading till you find yourself walking

Author's Note

any and all comments/critiques are appreciated :)

Reviews

[Hannah Olivia]

SFJigaga I love this. I was reading it like it was a short quirky song. Get a guitar and make up the tune because that would be really cute (:
Good job, keep writing!