The explosion is over and the fear
is still lingering. There are so many small
pieces around me and as I step my feet
bleed. This ground is already soaked
in my tears, why wouldn’t it receive
some blood as well?
I could have turned around and travel
the path that wouldn’t hurt me but, as
I said, this ground is covered in my blood
and tears. If you need me, I’ll just be here
collecting pieces, assembling new bricks
and building my path on my own blood and tears.
I guess I don’t need a road to be clear,
I guess I enjoy this fear.