Forward

Fall.
Trip. Stumble,
lurch,
limp.

Plunge,
muddle
or stagger.

Lose a step.
Be battered,
wounded
or blown by winds

beyond your control.

Move.
Dodge the bullets
and when you take one,
bleed.

Fall if you must,
but forward, always
forward.

About this poem.

Sometimes life is great. Sometimes it’s not. You can hide in the foxhole, or not. I’ve done both. No wisdom here. Just a note on my own two steps forward, one step back, repeat journey.

Tom