The Walk is Hard

The walk is hard,
from here to there.
Yet alone I walk,
in this new world of white.

All sound muffled,
under the thick canopy of green.
My heart races,
from the brisk pace I must keep.
The world seems to be asleep,
and I an intruder in the night.

As I walk,
I discover it’s many secrets
there is no fear
in this solitary world.
And still alone…I walk.


Boston Thek Imagery

The Walk is Hard by

Written at age 16…funny how little we change….I am now 40 and these words and feels are so current to me.

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  • christopherwhit
    christopherwhitalmost 3 years ago

    It is interesting how thoughts from long ago seem as though they were from yesterday. Your words eem current to me too :)

  • I laughed when I read this too!! :) You would think in all these years I would have changed in some way…..not a bit. ;)

    – Boston Thek Imagery

  • terezadelpilar
    terezadelpilarover 1 year ago

    I guess I see myself on the last words… Great Poem. Loved it;)

  • Boston Thek Imagery
    Boston Thek Im...over 1 year ago

    Thank you so much!! I think I wrote it when I was teenager, but…how little we change with age. :)