Walk me, Baby

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.

Options

Something came to me just now

In a falling tree branch type second

Like when rain is across the field

Pouring down quickly moving closer

Dancer brain punctuality to move

Before taking a step never touch

For the communication machine

Builds out of soundboard destiny

Here is where it all makes sense

On the other end of the linear

After all is said into a cord-full

Mouth dry everything forgotten

Wonder often who came before

Never reading sign post answers

There is a secret for the children

Because it's all so very common 

Visual by Jason Kofke.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.