The Tiresome Walk

The air is firm
And the ground
Steadfast and silent
Though my breath is shallow
And my head swims
And though my footing is unsure
I lean in
I push through the billows
The floor catches my fall
All I know is
To let me lungs expand
And move forward

And sometimes that is all this day requires
Because a day is a stepping stone
Plain gray and rough on the feet
But they intermingle
With patches of cool, soft grass
And are often lined with dandelions and daisies





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