I Shouldn't Be Here
(fiction)
I ran from my past.
But it followed me.
I build.
It tears down.
I connect.
It disconnects.
I take one step
forward.
It pushes me back
three.
I shouldn't be here,
with my past.
I’d like to run.
But where?
I've got to face my
past head on,
so I’m free to step
into my future.
1 comment:
stepped off a curb when I was nine
inches from a car
Japanese boy pulled me back
blind spot did its job and hid
a Frito truck at 75
Red pickup got out of my way just in time
I’ve run over an armadillo and a chainsaw
with nothing worse than a $500 mechanic bill
I’ve been in the Middle East during a bread riot
the London Tube with a “suspicious package”
and Louisiana during Katrina
I shouldn’t’ be here,
But I’m glad I am.
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