Moving Broken

Pieces of me litter the floor

Sharp like glass they cut my feet

Though broken I move on

Choice a distant memory

My tears a trail of my travels

The pain borne of my design

Mistakes like boomerangs come back

Ghosts of regret they haunt me

Intentions pave the road behind

They litter the trail ahead

Heavy like lead my heart beats on

My head filled with others’ doubts

Their slings and arrows pierce me

Invisibly I bleed, silently I cry out

Although supported I am alone

This path is mine to walk

None can carry me now

Only God walks by my side

A leading light through the darkness

Keeping hope alive

As this broken man struggles on

Whatever lies ahead

May I have the courage to change

That which can be changed

The strength to accept

What cannot be changed

And the wisdom to know

The difference



About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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