Walking

Walking, takes my mind off pain,
the sunlight glints,
there is me squinting,
I hide behind dark glasses,
thinking, 'all is well',
a mantra I have adopted,
that and 'lucky boys'.
I feel cluttered
deep and dark
and in myself,
I wait for waves,
just to shave a second
and then, I want
them back, intact
all my treasure in chests
that I keep at the
end of my bed.
Hard to explain,
walking is mediation
between me and who I am.
On such beautiful days as these
I take pain to places
that even tears can't erase.




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Written on 2013-06-25 at 20:38

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NicholasG
I have walked those walks
Sober and not so much.
As time went by I walked more
I would take a bus to the Latin quarter
In old Quebec City
And walk a very crooked line home
I guess sometimes we just have to
trade one pain for another.

One of your best !!
2013-06-26



This is so insightful, Elle. I was captured from the first line, intrigued by the mystery and mantras, the similarities and differences between public and private personas foregrounded so well in the 'mediation' of the walking. (I hope this makes sense!)
Applause!
2013-06-25



Very, very nice:)
I do relate:)
2013-06-25