I cannot bend the path ahead
it must be walked by these tired feet
still my loath mind mutters:
“Wouldn’t it be nice to ease this burden?”
But this weight reminds me I’m alive
not one of the numb
who warm pub chairs in the morning.
I care
about what is to come
not long ago I’d have sold my soul
just to feel
this heart beating;
so I’m grateful
really.
I’m not just saying that so it’ll go away:
I don’t wish for a world of black and white
today, I celebrate the rainbow
and this river running through my heart.

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