New Paths Begin

New paths begin

in the dark and cold

with stumble rocks

jagged and hard

spaced irregular on the way

Only the nights 

force our change and

make us desperate enough

to demand a different dawn

So we move and stumble

we hurt and bleed

we cry and move again

feeling our way

Each step brings us nearer

each fall cracks us open 

each tear lightens our load

and we are different

when dawn comes

                                                               CLINKER  c 2014