Tiptoeing Through Life


The distance,
it seems longer
and the journey,
it seems harder

Walking through life,
tiptoeing, escaping,
shards of broken heart
and shattered dreams

Evading the pieces
scattered on the floor,
the feet are safe
but the heart hurts more

Memories, bitter and sour
cause more pain
than a piece of glass
piercing the skin ever can

All one can hope
is to learn to cope
and keep marching on,
keep trudging along