The poetry of Brian K. Walters Your comments are always appreciated and welcomed
Thursday
A Day of Discovery
A Day of Discovery
I walk down these streets with the sun on my face
Discovering the warmth I hid from for so long.
No longer smothered in a cold blanket of gray
Endless blue skies release my soul to the wind.
Spinning in laughter the lost child appears
Amazed by the freedom in his smile
He welcomes me into his open arms and we dance
I bathe in his joy, oh the peace he instills in me
I hear someone whistling and I think
"Isn’t that wonderfully strange?,
How someone can whistle so loud
Without caring what others think?"
I suddenly find myself in the florist shop
With a handful of carefully selected flowers.
I hear the bell behind me as the sun awaits
Curiously, the whistling begins again
I watch my hands place the flowers
At the feet of the homeless woman on the corner
"How did I know she was there?
She wasn’t there before was she?"
On this day, my chains have been broken
Free from the weight of my depression
I discovered someone I haven’t seen in a long time
With a smile, I vow to never leave again.
By Brian K. Walters
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