I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
the outlook, heavy rain, and I'd been misunderstood
tears stained my cheeks, I couldn't stop the flow
all seemed lost in argument, I didn't want to go.

So I walk, my mind buzzing with words unspoken
ringing in my ears, promises I thought were broken
everything unclear and totally confused
finding a solution, as my temper fumed.

Treading steps in darkness, not knowing where to go
fusing words together, and piecing what I know
a future ****** by actions in a fit of peak
searching through the remnants left me feeling weak.

I turned, and started walking back
feeling much calmer after searching through the facts
loving someone else much more than yourself
can be consequentially detrimental to your health.

My walk, the air cleared away the pain
my subsiding temper had dried up all the rain
losing what we'd worked for was a heavy price to pay
my therapeutic walk was designed to find my way.

I walked, my feet on air and purposeful
seeing much more clearly now, we both misunderstood
dried my tears realised that both of us were wrong
my footsteps quickened, as I knew where I belonged.