Don’t Walk My Path
It’s better left all the gates locked tight

Don’t Walk My Path
Don’t walk my path, it’s worn with weight
not yours to bear, not yours to hate
I’ve earned each stone beneath my feet
with battles fought, with no retreat
My steps are mine, they bruise, they burn
each twist and turn, each harsh return
I walked through silence, walked through flame
with no one there to speak my name
You see the end, you think it neat
you never saw the slow defeat
you never heard the words unsaid
or counted nights I cried instead
Don’t trace my route, don’t wear my shoes
you wouldn’t last the miles I lose
I made this road with cuts and grit
it’s not for those who toy with it
So walk your own, if walk you must
but leave mine buried in the dust
I’m still out here, I’m not yet done
this war is mine, and I won’t run

About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites


Comments (1)
We all make our own paths in our own ways. No one should follow unless allowed. Hope this makes sense. Good job.