Walk Faster, Young Man

I walked away

from people who cared.

Long of leg and sure of foot

I swathed the sidewalk clear.

My spirit lived one hundred feet

in a pit that deepened.

Walled face, brick by brick

blocked another’s entry.

A dark reflection, mine,

I won’t look, I scare myself.

Why do I stride so fast?

To prove I exist but don’t matter?

A face comes that knows me.

Quick, duck.  This store will hide me.

Danger passes but I wish

that someone chased me, just once.

Pause.

No one pursued again.

A friendly voice is faster

than racing legs that want to stop.

No one called.

Walk until…

2 thoughts on “Walk Faster, Young Man”

    • I’m so glad it helped. I went through this as a young man and it was a really difficult time in my life. I wanted people to care (and they did) but I kept running. All the best to you and I wish you peace.

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