Moving on.

Walking
bring one foot ahead.
left catch up!
surpassed.
don't get left behind little one.
Art thou stuck?
PULL HARDER.
Rip it out.
remove you from stationary
"Floop"
Now then do you find yourself unable to keep pace?

"this is not a race"

still, who will finish first?
does then something pick this up and

end the allotted path.


Remembering the origin
almost as false (well faulty) as predicting the outcome
o portray my surprise
feet keep moving without ground
have I learned to slide?

Loss of control
shakes me
I quake in
loss of heart
for a battle
bring sword rain and sorrow
And have I found my answer yet?
crumble into ash
flame scorns me
scores across my body swore they never have or will matter
forgive her soul.
letting go