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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