The slow cool drizzle
tickles my dirty face.
Trickles race down the canyons
that tears have worn away.
I smile,
as I walk head held high,
the slick asphalt shines.
Crossing light reflections.
I reflect on circumspect
feelings. Too scared to
grab the future.
So, I stay in line,
avoiding the cracked
crazy paving pathways.
All I ever seem to find.
I sidestep the puddles
of misery that line the mind.
I shimmer through the tree-lined
streets I find. I smile,
as I walk head held high.
Letting go, a sighing breath.
The branches of yesterday
brushing past me,
Too fearful was I to live,
that I walked a slow death.
Concrete towers
block out the soothing moon,
but I know I'll see her soon.
I carry the weight
of so many years
on my back,
feels like I'll snap,
but instead, I smile,
as I walk head held high.
Along these lanes,
glistening puddles,
reflecting starlight
into my eyes.
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