POETRY

Weary Wanderer
Amy Lynch

A wanderer is what you are
Bound to nowhere but the path beneath your feet
Carrying you this way and that.
Despite the freedom, I wager you remember
Every face, every joy, every agony
For your expression reveals experience.
Gone are the days of flawless youth
Hardened is your soul, your skin.
I bear no judgement on the choices you have made
Just know, your path is far from over
Kind or cruel, it is yours to walk.
Long has it been since you rested.
More has been asked of you before.
Never have you refused to walk
Over and under every hill, every bridge.
Poor and rich alike know your face, your deeds.
Quelled is your desire for rest.
Revelry has oft been outweighed by despair.
Small though your happiness may be,
Treasure it always.
Unknown is the path ahead
Violence or kindness can be assured.
Walk on with no one by your side
‘Xcept, of course,
You.
Zeal is your guide; perhaps, it shall be enough.

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