treading

this unsteady path I tread on with my feet cramped too big for these shoes as I walk so harshly without stopping and at an ubsteady pace with a stoic look upon my face my movement sporadic my toes are jammed against my boots my feet bleed I begin to freeze these old scratchy jeans every sensation is bothering me but with every awful experiance hitting me I trudge through these trenches you only recognize the sunshine when it's been storming I can only see the beauty when I'm suffering