I walk, quietly, my footsteps just touching and scuffing the hard surface
I walk, looking down, hands pushed in pockets, fingers digging into the fleshy parts of my hand
I walk, while hot salty tears tip onto the tops of my shoes
I walk, with a heavy iron pressing my heart flat
I walk, without looking into a crowd that carries me forward

I am lost, I am lonely
I walk and find myself wanting to belong and believe again
I walk and I know I am brushing up against others
I walk and feel them nudging me forward to stop me falling behind

I am running
I am running away from some hot searing pain
I am running, scratchy breath bursting out of my chest with the drum of my heart beating fast
I am running straight into the rhythm of a strong safe place of remembrance which calms my cries

Walking, running, moving forward
Walking, remembering, processing
Walking, landscape changing
Walking, waking up memories
Walking, passing time
Walking, time passes and we are changed.