This Road - Poem by Laura Strom
i've been hiding like a thief hoping never to be spotted.
nervous with new faces, my body i've not flaunted.
a stranger to a smile. That describes me.
I've been walking the mile and it hasn't been easy.
its a difficult road and i walk it alone.
if i had someone to call, i'd use my phone.
but there's no help for the helpless, no prayers for the weak.
so I'll keep myhead downcast. I won't try to speak.
Won't cry to passerbys. Won't reveal my pain.
This is my reality-things will never be the same.
Comments about This Road by Laura Strom
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye