I Cannot, and yet

I cannot tolerate this crunch beneath my feet
There is too much gravel on the ground
Where I am going
And yet
I step

I cannot abide this slicing into my bare soles
There is too much blood pooling behind
Where I have been
And yet
I go

I cannot stand this isolated resting stop
There is too much dust untouched
Where I wait
And yet
I sit

I cannot dwell on the rescue I may be wishing for
There is too much time wasted
Where I wonder
And yet
I want

I cannot stray from this place empty and spent
There is too much unknown
Where I might end
And yet
I will


Le chant de l'alouette
Painting: The Song of the Lark by Jules Breton

~ by April on February 14, 2015.

2 Responses to “I Cannot, and yet”

  1. the ‘and yet’s are the release in each stanza: self-compassion

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