I
Walk Alone But In The Whole
I see two footprints in the sand
Where four prints used to be,
When love and I strolled hand in
hand,
As one, beside the sea.
But
darkness came; my love is gone,
My soul is filled with tears.
Now I must face each day alone
In battle with my fears.
Oh,
no! I cry, I cannot see
To walk the lonely road
Without his hand held out to me
To help with such a load.
I
hear pride’s scornful, haughty
laugh,
Rebellious to defy
That I was just the smaller
half;
Gives me the will to try.
~Copyright
© 1977 Ruth Gillis~
Published
in Tucumcari Literary Review
January 1995
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