Walk
Laying down under a tree on a sunny afternoon,
Raising my thoughts from a state of doom.
Lying to myself on quiet rainy night
I get distracted from following the light.
Looking back at my footsteps on the sand,
I lost track of the path to high land.
Could not see the way ahead of me,
Kept turning back in constant agony.
The waves erased all my footsteps -
Finally I saw no point in looking back.
I looked down to my sand covered feet
And shook it down with my agony.
I kept walking and the path I found again,
Did not stop for guilt, sorrow or pain.
The tears I wiped with the back of my hand,
And finally reached the green, high land.
KBS, April 2009.
No comments:
Post a Comment