CROSSING THE ROAD
I sit here alone,
On the edge of all sidewalks,
In the dark, stormy rain,
My force of solitude,
Yet cage of abandonment,
Behind these crinkled hands of mine,
I can’t find find my feet to work,
So I build up energy,
Of hope, and determination,
Hoping one day,
I’ll cross this road,
And lose my former self.
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