The path of love

You walk a fragile path, my child,

you walk the path of love

and as you venture through the wild

as lightly as a dove

don’t seek permission to take off

nor leave to fly above.

You walk your anguish and your hurt,

you freeze on riffles’ sound

and as you linger through the dirt

as shaky as the ground

don’t mind the bullets that you’ve dodged

nor exit wounds you’ve found.

You walk a lonely road sometimes,

no shortcuts and no breaks

and as you count your countless crimes

as harsh as your mistakes

don’t be so quick to draw the line

nor judge your childish aches.

You walk with no one by your side

To guide you on your way

yet as you walk over your pride

as humble as the prey

don’t  underestimate the grace
that shadows your dismay.

(dedicated to Vera

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