I Walk This Way
Poem One: The Opening
I don’t walk straight—I walk my way,
through backroads life threw in my way.
Where others sprint, I tend to stay—
I move with meaning. I walk this way.
I’ve lost some time. I’ve lost my place.
I’ve stared down grief, I’ve faced disgrace.
But in the dark, I found my say—
I shaped my voice. I walk this way.
They called it wrong, or off the track,
but I don’t wish for going back.
What broke me once now lights the day—
the cracks still shine. I walk this way.
Ideas don’t wait to be refined.
They rise from somewhere deep, unsigned.
They stir, they haunt, they softly sway—
I write them down. I walk this way.
This space is wide. There’s room to feel.
For thoughts unsure, and truths not real.
For those who’ve wandered, lost, or stray—
you’re not alone. I walk this way.
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