The silent path

So, maybe if I cry and the tear falls,

And mingles with the bleeding of my toes,

Maybe then I no longer suffer of stalls,

That encourage much frowned upon woes.

So, maybe if I beg and plead,

The one who listens will finally hear,

So that my heart will no longer bleed,

And I can finally take those steps they fear.

So, maybe if I ignore that which is blatant,

And make way through the silent path,

There, lies that which is latent,

With its truthfulness it dissipates my wrath.

Now, I bravely tread,

For fear no longer feeds,

Upon my soul's bread,

Finally, certainty so forth leads.

Painting by Ah Yuan