Reluctantly cold her feet stick to the ground Time will not stop and she cant turn around every step is a labor which she must overcome whats ahead can't be better than that burnt out slum But shes tredging by inches frozen tears in her eyes and theyve got to keep walking even if they die shes passing bodies of soldiers already stripped down their survivors laid waste to her forsaken town the others spit at their bodies but shes got no room for hate theres no feeling at all her heart would dare create there would be sorrow and anger she'd fall down and be gone but she queits her thoughs and so she walks on
Pablo, I feel really challenged to express how much I appreciate this poem via posting.... I just really felt it. What inspired it?
thanks for the responses. I'm glad you apriciate it so much. It was mainly inspired by an old woman I met who had been in russia during world war 2. I was thinking of how there are so many costs to war, and how strong her will must have been to survive what she went through. I don't really think my words can do justice to the will power of someone like that.
damb,wow!im in awe of your writing..you expressed that womens journey like you traveled that very same path with her..very ,intense&truthful.. love to see what you write next
