Anna Mayall Poet Free verse

My Life

My life is but a wheel
Rolling down a steep hill
Never to slow down 
And never to speed up
keeping the pace of time
Sometimes it doesn't even seem
I'm moving it seems  
My life is at a holt 
Has been brought to a stop
By the path I have chosen
Cracks and bumps fill the road 
I roll on my cuts and bruises
leaving me with nothing but scars to show 
For the life I've lived

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Ernilando Tugaff April 24, 2009 at 11:54 PM Anna, " The road is indeed ardous and difficult, demanding much labor and not a little pain..." this is our world. entrust your carse to the Father and He will show you the best way. Ernilando

Emily Kroeger April 10, 2009 at 11:32 AM I know what ya mean =)

Jim Skinner April 7, 2009 at 6:03 PM Everyone choses thier own path or road .Sometimes not the easiest.Heartfelt emotions ,laid bare here,from the heart the best place.Always nice to have someone to help you steer ,ansd avoid the potholes of life.........Jim

John Rhinem April 7, 2009 at 3:12 PM Yes, but always remember dear Anna, The Morning Star shall always rise again tomorrow....And with it, comes a brand new day~old things, are forever cast away....Perspectives and points of view dear lady!? Forever, "Ride The Stars!!!":):)~"Love, Warmth & Blessings Always To 'You & Yours,' John!!!":):) Bye Anna ~

Raul Moreno April 7, 2009 at 11:54 AM Powerful write, impressive material here, I like the flow of words and the directness of how you describe your life. You work is strengthening, keep it up, I really enjoyed your word use, this poem flows like something I would have penned. Great job...Raul