Therapy Bits

I walk beneath a leaden sky,
Each step a stone, each breath a sigh.
The trees don’t whisper anymore—
They only groan, from root to core.

My gait is slow, unsure, and thin,
Like I’ve forgotten joy or sin.
The world around is painted gray,
As if the sun just walked away.

No voices call, no colors bloom,
Just echoes down a hollow room.
The laughter once beneath my feet
Now trails behind, too faint, too fleet.

I walk because I still exist,
Though hope feels like a mythic mist.
And in the hush, I strain to hear
A single sound that draws me near—

A heartbeat, maybe, not my own,
To break the silence I’ve outgrown.
But for now, I walk alone,
With haunted gait and heart of stone.

RDP Monday: GAIT