I took myself on a walk this morning
Through the smoke and fog of time
Along the path covered in weeds
Back to the place I had almost forgotten
I took myself on a walk this morning
To the place where you held me
And told me you loved me
And made promises you meant to keep
I took myself on a walk this morning
To a place where I hadn’t yet heard of deceit
Where slander was unknown to me
And I assumed everyone was truthful
I took myself on a walk this morning
And turned my sight inward
And finally admitted
That I always knew there were lies
Because I was always a liar
I took myself on a walk this morning
And it felt good
To be out
To be free
To be on my own
In this space
I took myself on a walk this morning
And my shoe rubbed
And my foot ached
And my breath was short
And it was okay
Because I was feeling it all
I took myself on a walk this morning
And I was thankful
For the day
And the shoes
And the path
And the history I have carved into the limestone of my life
I took myself on a walk this morning
But I never left my home
I never left my head
I never went anywhere at all
January 22, 2017 at 3:43 pm
Lovely piece
January 22, 2017 at 3:44 pm
Thank you, Mark.
January 22, 2017 at 3:46 pm
Beautiful
January 22, 2017 at 3:47 pm
Thank you, my friend.
January 23, 2017 at 9:08 am
I took myself on a walk this morning
And my shoe rubbed
And my foot ached
And my breath was short
And it was okay
Because I was feeling it all
..This stanza was the best…Absolutely stunning work.
January 23, 2017 at 1:22 pm
Thank you for the kind words.
January 24, 2017 at 1:41 am
Fantasy or confession? But interesting.
January 24, 2017 at 6:32 am
A bit of both, I believe. I was simply the scribe, the words came through me, not actually from me.
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January 24, 2017 at 5:40 pm
I so love this piece! Beautifully and touchingly written. Reminded me of something I wrote but yours is much more visual. You can check out my words here; let me know what you think and thanks for sharing your words with us: https://galeweithers.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/in-gentle-waters-which-may-not-be-that-gentle-after-all/
January 25, 2017 at 6:34 am
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, and included the link to yours. I’m so impressed with your shape poem. I don’t know that I could come up with such deep thoughts. I would be thinking about the shape the whole time and it would sound like a six year old wrote it!
January 25, 2017 at 1:54 am
Great piece. Very well done.
January 25, 2017 at 5:43 am
Thank you, glad you like it.