It’s the
walking I miss.
The feeling
of bare earth
on the soles
of my feet, the freedom
to move without waiting.
The clear
soundless notion of solitude.
I am worn by these days, worn and tired
and sinking
below the surface.
I crave air
that is mine alone,
just enough
to fill my lungs
and heart
again. Just enough
to open up a
path within me
where my feet
can go wherever they choose.
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