Determination

The day was gray and solemn

a gloom hung in the air.

And no one seemed to care.

I felt uneasy

as I searched around for a friend.

My breathing became labored

and the cold did chill my bones.

The pathway was made of stones,

and that helped my footing,

for to stumble, I could not afford.

I noticed up above me,

that the sky had lit up the night.

And my journey ahead seemed allright,

but I was lonely

even though I was finally free.

Now I have adjusted my pace,

to accommodate others I know.

Whose movements seem awkward and slow.

My legs feel renewed,

and a look of dertimination is worn upon my face.