The Ambition of a Doomed Traveler

A will to remain yourself

With a world

Screaming in your ear.

A need to laugh

As the bodies pile around you

And all that can be heard

Are the cries of those who survived

To warm ones heart

with a furnace of hope.

When the ice has almost

Taken you completely.

To burn with anger

The unjust bindings

Which tie your hands.

To be shed from the tree

And gently fall to the earth

With pride in your heart.

To reach the few with warmth

Who see the shadow

And grow cold

To place stones beneath

The ones who have lost their footing

So they may stand with courage

On their own two feet.

To go unnoticed, unrewarded

So that  your motives

Will always be pure.

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