The path in front of me is turning rusty and rough.
There are coarse stones under my feet.
My sole is gashed, so is my soul.
Bleeding, I walk ahead for the path leads me to my destination.
Mustering all the strength in me, I walk.
I am out of my stash of water.. food..strength..
I try to find him..to lean on him.
I see him struggle himself.
I steer into silence.
Placing faith in us, I keep walking.
Hoping the destination meets us before we fall over and the end reaches us.
Year of writing: 2016
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