I lose myself in indecisiveness,
Content without a GPS.
I find adventure when you are lost;
I do not mean to be insulting.
With slow footsteps on rough concrete,
It simply happens, without intent;
Felt through thin flip flops
Slapping against dirty feet.
Each sidewalk crack is stepped on
In defiance of old superstitions,
Breaking a mother’s back
When she bent over backwards,
Trying to find a connection
Walked away from long ago.
Have I gone far enough now,
Am I finally coming back?

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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