A bloody path

Breath, stolen, hissed between clenched teeth is the only proof of my pain. My pain, the only thing keeping me moving, walking, running, picking up speed towards my goal which seems so far away that it might as well be the veil between the stars. the stars just everyone else's shattered dreams glinting and gleaming in the night sky but I refuse to give up and have my dreams become stars so i keep moving leaving my bloody footprints in my wake so I can be followed by people with dreams just like mine so that when you come to follow, the path i left in the sand is now a bloody river so that you may carve out a path of your own