Poetry · Writing

Walking

I found myself, picked up

moved on- laying in the desert

all on my own- under the tree

washing the blood with tears.

Never thought I’d be here.

This shouldn’t be me-just me

two worlds away we walk together

tossing caps away ways away that dream

feels.

The dream- our dream setting sail

only a ticket to ride

time to man the sails

and I’ll wear my name like a badge-

our dream on my chest

a badge to tomorrow.

 

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