cathepoet

I walk
I walk
Into the wall of clouds.
The moon is bright,
but the stars are out of sight.

I walk
and walk
I hear not a sound.
The air is crisp
and it stings my chapped lips.

I walk,
I slowly walk
And try not to slip on the icy ground.
Nobody here,
but I’ve no reason to fear.

I walk
I walk
with hope I’ve found.
The dark clouds ahead may look scary
but with God by my side I won’t grow wary.

(I wrote this after walking to work last night. The clouds looked really cool.)