Broadus

I am no doctor.
No magic pill here.
I know I came to fix you,
but I don’t know how to heal.

So, I’m on way to walk these plains
until I fall asleep under the trees
that help shade the mountains,
where I can drink from the river.

Until I awake once more,
and pull the grass from the hill
that I climb.
I will reach the top.

Take your tourniquet;
tie it tight.
I walk down my winding road
and may never cease my journey.