Walking Alone:

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Someone once told me that writing poetry should be felt,

maybe humiliating, or embarrassing.

Sort of like what humans can never depart in doing.

Once I took a long walk down a dark street,

when summer was just about done

I needed some fresh air.

Night -air more like it.

There were guys hanging out on their porches.

City buses scurrying on their rounds.

Heroic buses picking up the dead.

I saw hearts as weak as mine

some cold, some set aside

walking beating hearts

facing time.

but we do it

and we walk

through the night

through the ache

through the days

So I’ve learned

there’s a bit

to therapy

to it

So walk unhindered

walk alone if you must

walk with your head up high

walk to the smell of city coffee

walk to taste the air, bright and crisp

and when you’re done

remember there’s no-two

walks that walk the same

just keep on walking~your kindness Krissy Mosley

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