I Walk

I walk these streets,
		These deserted roads.

	These paths and walkways, 
		Yes, these I know.

	And they’re always looking,
		Carefully watching these roads.

	Yet I walk by unnoticed,
		My true identity unknown.

	I stagger down this dirt pathway,
		My way, ever bound for home.

	Those other streets I notice,
		Always lit with moony glow.

	But if I were to jog them,
		I’d end up here again, I know.

	For I walk these roads for healing,
		And I walk these roads for strength.

	These roads I need, these roads I love,
		Well worn, I stride this length.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Shango Avatar
March 19, 2009 at 5:44 AM
I use to run to heal myself of many frustrations, but only came to it when my daughter, Asante, wrote a poem whether I was running from her. I walk beside is the promise everlating, you never walk alone. Welcome here, and thanks.
Martinez Avatar
March 16, 2009 at 1:25 PM
yea i love ur peom very deep and alot of feel that way in life that u just keep going in circle in life wit no one noticing or caring so i understand this peom and loved it
Ginn Avatar
March 15, 2009 at 5:34 AM
I absolutely love this poem and know the feelings well. The last two stanzas rock.
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