Walking away from the things
Those things those pesky things
That helped and hindered and passed the time
That we thought could never be left behind
Those things that seemed to make up
A part of our self
Our ecosystem
Those damned things
That fought the sadness and pain
Numbed it all away but also
Inevitably as the night progressed
Encouraged them to live and breathe
That left worse tastes in the mouth
Then all the stale cigarrettes and booze
Walking away from those things
Once thought unimaginable
Things we held so tight
Pesky pesky things
Ugly things
Walking away
Each step becoming easier
Each day our bearing less stooped
Now walking
With a smile we are
Freer
By: Daniel Smallegange
Picture is of me in NYC a few years back.
