Keep Walking

Keep Walking

Cracking of the leaves, chirping of the birds
Rushing of the wind; Sound of the water against the rocks
He wondered if it was how being dead felt;
struggled to his feet, grabbed a tree branch;
And then moved on
His feet were sore, as though he walked on hot coal
His body aches, from the fall from atop the rock
One step at a time; he moved on
His clothes were torn, from walking into three branches
Torns sorround him, piercing every part within reach
Yet, he moved on
Then came the rain, with its heavy-slapping drops
He was so cold, he almost gave up a second time
All he wondered was, can a man die twice
But, he moved on
His wounds were sore, but he couldn't reach
For most her in the middle of his back
He couldn’t but wonder why they say; “dead people are gone to rest”
If heaven feels like this…
Yet he moved on
Weeks later, there came a roaring sound
He carefully turned towards the sound
There was a loud screeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
Alas! The truck driver came down and helped the blind man in.
if only we would keep moving, we’d someday get to the road.


©Prince Popoola Olamilekan