Inspired by 1 Nephi 18:20
|Sometimes I weary
of the pick and put of feet
upon the same old path.
My hands are cramped and cold
upon the iron rod.
I’d like to stop and nap within the mist
on shadowed grass
as water rushes past in the abyss,
but hear me, all you voices
spitting poison from your windows,
lobbing whispers like explosives
in my way.
I will not stray.
Related to the Come, Follow Me readings for January 27-February 2
Originally written for MoPoWriMo 2020