I do

I want to see the light, I do

I want to keep walking, I do

I know there’s light at the end of the tunnel

It’s just that some nights

I can’t feel my legs

I can’t feel my lungs

Some nights the weight is too high

And carrying on too hard.

Image by John Silliman

A wasted path

Image by Casey Horner

I wish we could be just souls 

Be, without being.

I wish we could love without form

Feel, without being called out.

What is courage, but to go on 

Losing, despite knowing

We’re not lost, but the wasted path leads nowhere.

Daily Prompt: Courage