Walk

a lost ride and a phone call

earlier vanished

but they got to talking about poetry

while walking on a path

it has to be worth it

to dig so deep

to hunt, sometimes hide

to shed skin

while bleeding

almost breaks the poet

but keeps her moving

stays alive to endure

with pain in her heart

under that same sun

she can remember a peace

between the two walls

this place is safe

at this time of night

a meal, sleep

a moment of respite

dwelling in the quiet

of your heart.