While I Walk

I accept.
I have been heartbroken.

I can feel that awkwardness, that detachment.
And it’s not easy. Not at all.
Because it’s still raining here.
And I am getting all drenched.

It’s difficult for me to look ahead and walk.

The road has been very slippery.
And I fall. Almost every day.
But I am trying. Slowly. Taking smaller steps than before.
Keeping my head straight and eyes set far ahead.

Somehow shielding the memories,
I am trying not to look back

While I walk.