Walking

[artsmystery]

The Walk to Nowhere

When I wake up in the morning, I walk outside and see the empty swing. Only swaying slightly, due to the factor of wind, and not the attendance of you as I wanted it to be. Why aren't you there? It's my fault. The refrigerator is half too empty and the other side of the toaster is quite lonely. It's only an object, but even the emptiest items can be full of life in your presence. I walk up the stairs dreaming that just maybe I will find you there. The opposite side of the bed stays cold. It's getting so old to me. Why did I cause this effect? If I had known my deceiving would've caused your leaving, it would have not turned out this way. Now I lie alone in a garden of thorns, tossing and turning, fighting for the delicate petals I once knew.

~Abner

The Walk to Life

I walk to my window, my first morning in alive
No more crescendos, it's nice to feel the breeze from outside.
The air is lovely on the edge of my face.
The race is over and I won
Not to be caught on the brink of undone.
Evensong trembles at the brilliance of wind
I defeated life to be alive again.

~Abner