Of Going Back

at a certain point
our feet hurts
we want not just to cease walking
but to stop breathing
altogether
some memories await on the other
side of the road
you cross
and look forward
to something new
you sit on the pavement
like a child
waiting for Papa
you hold your favorite toy
and then you stand
and run
back into the lost corners
of your joys
finding the missing steps
the link to
completion

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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