Ambulo
My feet are raw from walking
My legs tremble with fatigue
My body is weary
My hands hold the fading lantern that dimly glows in the tunnel
I fumble
The lamp shatters and so do I
I fall to my knees as tears dampen my sticky face
“I am broken.
How can I go on if I cannot see?”
But I look up and see
The end of the tunnel
And my legs are moving again
Copyright © Clara Principe | Year Posted 2021
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