The Hurt Within Poem by anne stella achieng

I choose my path today

to discover my own destiny

should i stumble and fall

let me clean my own dust



i made my bed and lay

so i know the bugs bite

this you say and that you say

its said and said yet no word to me



in my shoe i walk

i know where it pinches

judge me not you know not my plight

my fight, the weight of the cross i carry



i will eat my bread and wine

though little with that of my own

if today i should die

stand not by my grave if you mean not well.