Walking Alone

I walk this path,
On my shoulders,
Those who are with me now,
And those who have passed.

I carry them on every path,
Some are always there,
Some come and go,
Some are forgotten.

I pay no mind,
To how many there are,
They are weightless,
Resting on my shoulders.

When my steps falter,
When I stumble,
Or slow down,
They go to work.

Some crawl into my mind,
Some dive into my spirit,
Some wait to be called on,
To heal.

They are always there,
Pleading for attention,
They cannot do their work,
If they remain unacknowledged.

To be aware of them,
An act of self-love,
To acknowledge their presence,
An act of self-acceptance.

Returning to my shoulders,
They take their rightful place,
I am grateful for them,
Standing up,
I return to my path.