Wounded
Here is the latest RWRS post.
Your Shoes
House next door, foreign war
Little girl in her bed sleeping
Troubled moon, missing you
Nothing new but my turn to manage
I tried to walk in your shoes but I fell down — I fell down
My pride said I’d do better than you — but I fell down, I fell down
Hope is glimpsed through a picket fence
Your voice says just keep going
Truth can wait, limping gate
Xeriscape a wounded planet
I tried to walk in your shoes …