Gently 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


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


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


i stroll on