Winter Walker

Ode to Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I walked the winter street.
I inhaled oxygen
and exhaled relief.

My soul ran out of breath.
The moon and the cold night air
gave me CPR.

The moist air
cuddled me like a blanket.
It quelled my insecurities.
It was therapy for my fears.

Will I make it?
Time will tell.
Oh, the certainty and fairness of time!
For, now I work.

Love is my labor.
My passions run deep
I’m in charge of the rhythm of the night.
I keep the heartbeat of the streets.

I long for the day
to walk not this trail,
but a path in step with the Lord,
on my own accord,
a fully realized me.

These woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But, I have to fulfill my dreams.
And miles before I finally breathe,
And miles before I finally breathe.

By Thomas Agbonyitor


Author: DJ Boss Player

A lover of music and all people...

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