Empty path

“I follow the empty path,
Most times, I don’t know where I’m at,
Yet, I keep on walking through the field,
Tired and wary behind my shield.

They say I can’t go on writing forever,
As if my poetry is an unwanted love letter,
But I persist and insist; perhaps I’m just missing
A golden piece that would stop me from failing.

I try my luck every new page, every new line,
I believe, one day, I will make it out alright,
For now, I’ll let the blossoming flowers teach me
The best way to go through this field of rhymes and mystery.”

Ana

Originally posted: May 8, 2022