Poem: Passing place

photo by Steven Kelly

we run and we hide

then we complain when nobody finds us

for who we really are –

how we contradict ourselves

when making the sweet escape

there are roads we built

through the harsh lands

one-way lines with a promise

of sunshine ahead

and there in between

are passing places –

paths we do not see,

until something stops us

something inside shreds our armour

we're all soldiers here

creating ghost towns

out of people we meet

without a guarantee of a safe crossing

we're in this together

now comfortable in our own silences

we walk towards life

or is it walking towards us?

it keeps breaking

like a blade of grass

in the winter frost

let us howl like the wolves

and follow those paths

before too long we'll be scratching through dirt

to find them

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Another visual prompt by Magpie Tales - Mag 183.