I march on the road to sorrow
Every step revives old memories
No matter how hard I try to stay them
I march on
And nothing can stop me
from slipping back.
Then the rain like a good shepherd
Stops the herd from sliding downhill.
I found shelter
under the big golden tree.
Overwhelmed by the sudden change
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Sunny days, friends, laughter
Flood my unconscious
I am not marching.
I am standing still.
Love like an invisible barrier
Shields me from hard reality of life.
Past memories fade
fills my heart –
with a new golden tree.
The Literary Connection, Volume III, 2016