Went for a walk today,
through the beats and streets
of a metropolitan melody.
Remembering a time
when no one
could find me.
Invisible
in the shadows and doubts
of a city.
Searching for something
resembling myself...
Or,
what little I can remember of me.
Scrawl of graffiti
on rusted brick building
gives rise to ancient memories...
The alleyway with
stained pavement and
discarded injectionin
dirty puddle.
The manifestations of
disturbed thinking through
alcoholic violence.
Footsteps,
surrounded by broken glass,
a shatterred past,
and a young woman
thankful for abandoned blanket
on most glacial nite.
I see
the silhouette that was me -
an adolescent catastrophe
making her way down Granville Street
to the perennial sea.
That girl was me.
n' I remember feeling
like I was walking a
mile in every footstep,
speaking volumes
in every word,
my thoughts
painted the sky, like
swirls of green malarky outlining high
upon a mountain of secrets,
where once
I revealed myself,
in ragged insecurity.
