where we walk

just a quicky but review would be lovely

We all move along paths of broken glass.

Some walk with their bare feet.

Some move on their knees with their eyes at the sky ad their palms kissing.

Others slide of their back. 

We all continue on our own.

Some finish at a place where the floor is clean and the view is beautiful.

Some perish along the way.

Why must they perish alone? 

Why we have our eyes paralyzed in a selfish stance I cannot understand. 

We hear.

We feel.

They suffer but we trudge on.

If you find a soul so ripped to shreds by the glass shards it must face every day

lend your clean hand.

Lend your clean heart.

Lend all you can.

One day the roles could reverse.

That could be you.