One foot in front of the other

 

As I dry the tears

away

from my eyes

I leave the lies

where they lay

bedraggled.

I walk into night

one foot

in front

of the other.

Slow staggered steps,

as I keep falling

down the cracks

in the pavement where

all the hurt is kept.

 

I try to catch

falling stars

to grant me a wish,

turn back the clock

wipe away that kiss.

It was never love.

I was kept

controlled

hidden

in a lovers hold.

Lies spoken in

serpent tongues.

Lies to which

I gave my world.

 

As I amble through

pained days

I shed skin layers,

peeling away reminders.

Washed clean in the rain.

Those memories.

Those hurtful memories.

The putdowns, the glares

the look of anger.

My own look of fear

staring down

the barrel of

a loaded heart,

ready to explode

in my face.

The look of manipulation

disguised as love.

The look of trepidation

in my own weary eyes

as the tears embrace the air.

 

I am not who I was.

Who am I? Someone

I once knew, only now

the hurt is lost down

the cracks.

I am released.

The grip from which

I teased free

now something

distant to me,

but the memories

they return some days,

and though

the world continues to turn,

I have to relearn

to walk with pride.

For I’m still going,

and with every strike of my pen

I find even more meaning.

 

 

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