Walk Away (January day 19)

what if poetry is the way I see you

and the way you see yourself?

I usually can’t explain how

I like you because you are just different enough from me.

what if poetry is the way I stay sane

on broken bridges that threaten to take me?

I only sometimes have a death wish but

I drive on them anyway.

what if poetry is the way I walk away from everything

and end up right back where I started?

something I don’t take for granted

even though it constantly takes me in circles.

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Written 1/19/21

Walk away


 

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