I Walk

Poem By Taylor Hainline

You throw your words,
expecting me to fall.
You throw your knives,
but I walk on.

You fight,
and hurt me sore,
but I walk on.

You burn down,
that we have found,
but I walk on.

You rally my fears,
my enemies,
for the torment of me,
but I walk on.

You can try to stop me,
but you'll die trying.
No matter what,
I won't stop walking on.

Comments about I Walk

Quite inspiring and very well written. The sort of poem one's bound to treasure and read again in difficult times.

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