Walking

Walking along the road,
paved with the sorrows
and lies of the past.

Walking – burdens towed,
along a path I do not know
to discovery – to everlast.

Walking; making my life
as my own tale of me,
of the eloquence.

Walking, waking, a knife
to cut through the
cloud of despair – life repents.

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