I Carry With Me Poem by Eric Cockrell

seems i walk alone
so much of the time....
but i carry with me

tiny slivers of hearts,
many colored splotches
of cloth woven into a blanket

that warms me against the cold.
my feet are worn... my eyes near blind...
but i see with the eyes

of small children
too alive to deny
the magic in each moment....

i breathe with the breath
of human hungering....
for what cannot be contained....

my heart beats with the spirit
of light... the hope of the hopeless,
the determination of the beaten....

the prayers of those who will not quit...
whose feet tired like mine,
keep walking!