The Walk
On my journey to somewhere
I don’t have my bags packed
There are way too many roads
and routes
And the odds against me seem
over stacked
I was happy in my bubble of existence
How unkind for me to have my
bubble popped
Who is that holds that pin
That snatched away my happiness
spot
I have many that help navigate
my steps
But they can’t do the walk for
me
I know that my life now has
been changed
But I still mourn the way
things used to be
I know I can’t move forward
If my feet are stuck in
yesteryear
I am still trying to understand
On my journey to somewhere
.....Lisa C