Steady...

Moving on.

Throw his ashes in the lake,
blow smoke out my mouth,
people around me say goodbye,
and I just cry.

But I am happy,
because I can see,
that to be me,
you must be steady.

Walking on a tightrope,
balancing on wishes and hope,
trying not to fall so hard,
so I won't be forever scarred.

But I am not bitter,
never will I be a quitter,
I must try to have a life,
not succumb to the knife.

Steady on my feet,
 not pleading to meet,
my destiny with death.

I still want to live,
not take but give,
so I can try
not to cry.

Steady as I go on.

Author's Note

Inspired by Steady As She Goes by.....I can't remember.

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

I don't understand the rhyming but it is a sweetly sad poem and I enjoyed it.