Another Wall To Climb Poem, by poetboy123, at My poetic side

solemn wind breathing on the empty shore

the whispers sneaking through the sinking sand

my steps leave little imprints on its floor

fading, unlike the carved grooves of my hand

searching within, instead of looking out

reading the stories carried in these hands

their hopes, their fears, their dreams, their little doubts

sculpted by tragedy, from falls, from stands

with my old friends, I shall forge my own path

what's within is what I can't be without

passions needing both diligence and wrath

kindling dreams, to burn away my doubt

For every wall built,

Is another wall to climb

Comments +

fuche_bu October 29th, 2018 19:05
Keep climbing. We all need to keep climbing. We'll get there eventually. nice poem.
Goldfinch60 October 30th, 2018 02:08
Those walls are always there and as we climb every one our life experience increases our knowledge. Do not let them stop you.

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