Wounded
I am wounded-
And dragging myself endlessly.
I am moving slowly-
As I am trying to clean the drops of blood I leave behind.
So that no one will stop me from trudging on.
So that I can move more deeply into the fog.
So that no one can see my eyes turning misty.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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