one week, seven sunrise walks.
never have I thought how much these be meaning
never have I fathomed how deep they’d be pealing
never have I realised how transformative those steps
through my dirt roads, through crops of pep
morning sounds blended with fresh smell
it feels like home but only to my shell
I’ve thought and felt and talked and cried
set total free my sweet vulnerable side
so now that some glasses have properly shattered
and I see clearer across those patterns
I feel so deeply, can’t quite dwell
after all this time, is it perhaps
the time for real farewell?
