Gentle Walking

beads of perspiration mark trails down my temples
paths of the journey of necessity, vigilance
arms stretch outward to maintain balance
delicate steps along the precipice of doubt
pain

once more muscles constrict and release in rhythm
of a waltz that moves me ever forward
mental anguish and withered cravings scream
threats of rebellion and unwillingness
fear

gentle wisps of liberated mist rise from the earth
once bound to soil and stone now free, rising
swirling forms of supportive hands appear upon my frame
lifting forever a small piece of life's weighty matter
relief

i stroll on

*i am reposting the above poem. for some reason, blogger decided to delete it and all of the wonderful comments that had been left with it. --sigh--