Walk on

sometimes,
like today,
I walk like a ghost,
thorns sticking out
from every pore on my skin;
and I walk on
through an emptiness
washing over me
like a gust of wind
that I cannot escape
or still with my measly form,
I can only walk on
feeling it shake those thorns
stinging every cell,
and eating into the flesh,
right to the core,
where a heart thrums
not knowing what to do,
but simply walk on.