We walk a little
We fall a little more
We hurt more than a little
Some say tomorrow brings a better day
Others dictate a rainbow is
earned by enduring the storm.
Sticks and stones may
break my bones
but words will never hurt me
Is an oxymoron.
True in its lies,
False in its truths.
Tomorrow of a better day
rolls along.
Waves,
Pats me on the back
Says,
I’m on my way bitch.
Are ya coming?
I’m still walking,
Hands reached for the horizon
And the alarm sounds
like how the sun is setting
Outside my window.
Am I on my way?
Take a Hike,
May 10, 2012 by AMANDA
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