Inkwell Spotlight: ‘Walk of Life’

Day turns into lonesome night.

While I am immersed in dark,

The dying stars pour out their last light.

The stars and moon guide my way

As my feet scream for relief,

But I know I cannot stay.

I fall, and I climb,

I walk, and I run,

But I know I am losing time.

Though my feet might lose their way,

My hopes scrape the sky,

As dark relents to glorious day.