Walking to the rhythm of the streets on a hot summer night searching for the part of me I lost in the dark.
It’s the moment when you look up from your footfalls and realize it’s time to see, time to breathe.
City lights flashing by
Wish I could say I knew what it meant to not deny
An unfortunate willingness to do the dance of denial with a smile
until I realize my body has stopped
my breath paused
my life in the purgatory of my own creation.
To walk again
With new eyes and a restless heart, I start to see the world again
The streets no longer dark but lit with the light of life
The light of dreams I thought long dead
Placed in a covered box buried beneath the concrete.
Dancing now to the rhythm of the streets on a hot summer night taking in the air and the life around me. Laughter wafting like spices from windows and doorways. The breeze answering the call for a soothing touch.
Now I can see the small answer to the big question that’s been plaguing me in the dark.
Its no secret I’m new to this listening to the world and it is calling out to share its moments with me.
I hear it now, the voices clinging to hope, knowing the dance is shared and opening the world to itself and to me as I begin to see.
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Great post. I want to see you assemble your poetry into a book.
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