Chris Purser


My feet worn red raw from each stone thrown
along this path I chose to walk.
Grit and gravel travel trail
of past regret and shame,
it will stay the same;
over these hills,
around these
curves of
Each turn
and each twist,
lurks in the mist,
hoping to wreck me,
but my soul has such drive
that I’ll pursue, that I’ll strive
to cruise this road, wind in my hair,
sun shines on my face, no blame, no fear.
Won’t hide myself, I won’t cower!
I'll trudge with sheer pure power
climb the hills with true pride
and if I falter
or if I fall
I’ll know I
did it

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2008

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