Born and raised
Far from the place
I would call my comfort
A stranger in my hometown
Visiting from a concrete haven
These streets I memorized
Get harder to walk
On my last stroll
I hope to get lost
And stray from the road
Maybe discover something new
A small redemption
To bring me back once more
But my soles will probably never touch
Anything other than gravel
SWD 05/2017
Updated 12/2019
Love this poem. Very stark. Very real.
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