Walk on

Walk on

A long dark tunnel,
no light at the end of it,
no end at all in sight…
outstretched hands
encounter no wall,
uneven floor
trips one’s foot to
stumble and fall;
a glance over the shoulder-
pitch black, is it
blindness or an absence of light?
if you turn around once
you lose direction
you trudge on,
falling and rising to your feet
’cause there is nothing else to do,
you must trudge on…
the battle is worst
when there is no battle to be fought
the battle is lost
when the walking is stopped.

By |2018-12-10T11:14:17+00:00December 16th, 2013|Attitudes, Poem, Thoughts|1 Comment

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  1. Indrani December 18, 2013 at 5:07 am - Reply

    Very inspiring words.

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