Today was hard,
like walking uphill in the rain, barefoot,
trying to carry grace in my hands,
only to trip over the roots of this world.
Why is it,
when you move with empathy,
try to tread soft,
there’s nothing but walls,
while those who storm through,
pompous and blind,
seem to find a path so smooth,
it might as well be paved in gold?
Am I lost?
Is there a right path?
Or is this just the weight of moving with care,
in a world that mistakes gentleness for weakness?
Tell me,
is there such a thing as a road worth walking?
Or do we carve it ourselves,
one scar,
one stumble,
one step at a time?
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