Walking westbound I hold my head steady.
Above a wrangling mess at my feet
My arms dangle, too heavy to swing.
Walking eastbound I greet a rising light,
Inhaling the air of tomorrow
and expelling the weight of today.
Walking southbound I am gripped by the past
and the seeds of "normalcy"
But no, my feet must move one in front of the other.
Walking northbound, I decide that my only direction is
to accept my heartache and receive this moment
in full flood.
Walking inbound I reach to the candor of pain
with a slight tremble touching thoughts to pen