I Just Keep Walking

I decided to not look.

I kept my eyes frozen on the path ahead of me,
ignoring the temptation to inflict upon my brain
another sad memory of what could never be.

I sighed – deeply,
from the depths of my disease riddled lungs.

I shuffled my feet and began to hum.

Long ago, I refused to buy in to the lie
that true happiness is found in
the things I don’t have.

I came to the conclusion that real joy
is found in the journey ahead of me.

So, I just keep walking.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2014.