I followed that path
obediently scoffing at winds
coming from nonsensical sides,
I followed the path
my sight allowed me to move
mountains to the tips of my fingers
and converse with my destiny every morning
I stayed, when my mother fell behind
her frailty calling for me to remember
the power she’d lent me
I stayed mum, with the moonlight
coaxing my tears to the ocean
I remained convinced,
with my shadows passing
my wishes to tomorrow,
I trailed on, obediently yet
I ended kneeling to myself
questioning the very origin
of the path I followed.
That Gut Wrenching Poetry 