Every brick has a history;
a century of ghosts live inside each column
I have marked the growth of my footprints next to the floor lines
the deep scratches of years before I arrived here. Months before I leave
or stay; growing use to my fingers trailing across these brick walls,
the creak of these floorboards beneath my hesitant footsteps.
I keep moving because moving has kept me alive.
National Poetry Month - Day 7
Posted by
Stepfanie
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Labels: 30 poems in 30 days , bricks , excape , footprints , life , loft , old , poem , poetry , running
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