Sunday, October 5, 2008

As I navigate the treacherous snow-covered roads
the stuff of everyday life is thrown at my feet.
I trudge on, avoiding
the people on the periphery of my past
in whose world I travel,
the one attempt at communication
pulling me awake
when reality invades.

1 comment:

TACParent said...

Being "pulled" awake does NOT sound like fun!

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson