Rocky Road

The dry wind cracks against me 
Pins and needles running through my blood 
I choke and pull myself up, again 
Again and again and again 
As thoughts swirl through my head 
In a mire of metal and asphalt 
Breaking angel wings 
This fall has cost me so much 
Along with the ones I love 
Big eyes glued inward 
Trying SO HARD to turn around 
As the wheels of my Honda 
Spin in the mud 
And still I get up and dress myself 
To the nines 
And bluster into the wind 
Umbrellas floating in the breeze 
And I keep walking 
I must keep walking
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October 14, 2022 at 7:40 AM
It’s important to continue your journey, metaphoric or not. Perhaps there’s a sense of need and urgency in your write. Good lines, Jeremy.
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