I Will Walk Still
Every step I made
seemed to talk,
like crushed dead leaves
beneath my feet.
Howling trees
that waved,
wanting my footprints
to be swayed.
But I'm walking,
I will walk still,
through your twisted
path and bitter pill.
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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