Walk

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It is cold
I am cold
In more ways than one

A world pulls
Take the bait
In shade without a sun

“Pain is real”
I tell myself
Yet I am still here

So I walk
Each little step
And every tear

Life up close
A narrow lens
A world within a world

Belies a truth
I have known
Forgive this life and unfurl

Stoic.

 

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