So I walked.
Spending my last impulses
on a hope that walking away would erase me.
I wanted to be started over.
Redrawn a fresh.
So I walked.
I strolled with a stumble till the blood in my body
filled my feet and I was bottom heavy.
I tilted and felt light headed.
So I walked.
I tried to breathe with the rhythm of each step
with hopes my heart would follow,
and then my thoughts would fall in line,
and I could be whole again.
So I walked,
with hopes to control myself,
to find a single place that would align,
and no more outlines of what I could be,
would want to be,
am trying to get at.
So I walked,
to try to be me,
set this free
with each step,
except my heart stayed in place.
Refused to change pace,
my ribs a case against rhythm.
Against what I was walking for.
So I walked.
So I wanted to change myself.
But my heart wouldn't let me.
It kept me
the same.
I need a new perspective on myself.
One with more color. More detail.
One where I don't have to walk so much.
Drawing by Jason Kofke. Words by Jordan Shappell.
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