Walk

A weary step forward,

Another, one more,

Then I hear the gate shutting.

Leaving in the morning fog

My shadow follows my steps.

Now a turn,

A street, a mat of leaves beneath me,

I hurry on past the iron-barred houses.

Black and white asphalt,

A lamp burnt out.

There is a possibility of danger...

But no, I cross the road.

Now the blood is pumping in my ears,

I'm getting closer and closer.

There awaits the scene of my daily fears,

Yet I'm still moving confidently,

Onward to another fight

A battle with my demons.

Pápai Anita XII.H