Path by Ann Wood

Man walks day after day
along its path thin.
Here, like a whirlwind inspired,
sometimes like a shadow, it is dim.

Once he sews his wings
and on the earth he does not tread.
Another time he crawls on his knees
and ask God for a respite.

So with the ups and downs
it reaches its Golgotha.
Hope a fragile corner within,
that he would come back here again.




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Written on 2019-10-05 at 23:40

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, this is moving, it is a heartfelt comment on our lives here on this earth, the struggles, and finally, there is only the hope that it is not the end.

I admire you so much, to write in a foreign language, and still reveal the poet within you. I loved this very much, well done.
2019-10-06