The bridge
is up on fire.
The path to the other side
is scattered with shuttered glass.
My legs are numb.
It is hot but am shivering
from the cold.
None of that will stop me.
I'll walk on fire,
on glass,
on anything.
It'll take long but
I'll make it 'cause in store is,
a kettle of courage.
I'll always sip from it.
©awanjo
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