Many miles I've walked on this troubled road-
Insufficient funds and catastrophe.
Lost in despair yet inward sweetest peace
Each time troubles came I walked through them free.
Moody, mad yet meek each step I would take
Instead of stopping; caving to defeat.
Louder life did scream, in turn I was deaf
Echoed troubles fade; I- still on my feet!
Men, they came, then left- each took part of me
In turn crippled I staggered yet walked on.
‘Loner’ had its charm- I decided to
Enter through its door- I’d become its pawn.
Made to be alone, thriving, growing wise
I found inner strength walking through trials.
Left alone by life I learned quickly to
Endure loneliness walking troubled miles.










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