Thud
Crash bang
Went my ego
What little I had
Has gone
Under cement
Buried
Never to surface
On my path of life again
I’m grounded
Now
Walking
Crunch
On these pebbles
Kicking as I go
My path
To
Happinesses
My own yellow brick road
I understand this poem. I fell down often and I gathered my senses and go forward. I liked the personal Yellow brick road. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..