Walking Softly

Walking softly Walking softly, I wander about trying to hide in the crowd of faces that appear normal but none that I recognize Fearful of making a mistake, I shy away from smiling, worried about bringing undo and unwanted attention to myself (as if that would happen anyway) Balancing between the why and how on a narrow ledge, careful not to slip causing the poetic ripples to move in a backwards motion For if so, the deafening silence would find me and take me to that place where hearts break and friends leave So here I am, worried that it has happened nervous about tomorrow hiding amongst the masses, walking softly… away