Stay

Walking this path to share a common suffering,

that only the living know.

My feet found the puddles and I did not dance.

My eyes saw the rivers that I had not cross,

and no one can measure the beauty in letting go.

In step and stride, in the swampy holes ,

Out numbered by the trees.

They teach me to stand.

Without the arms that use to hold me

Stand,

Without a signal nor light

stay here

on this path,that you find,

right.

-Krissy Mosley