For years,
walking was nothing to me
not fun, not pleasure,
just something people did,
sometimes to gossip,
never for a reason that mattered.

Then life got heavy.
I cried every night.
And one day,
I chose to do something
I normally wouldn’t.

Because sometimes,
if we give effort to something,
we might find a little pleasure in it.
So I walked
just around my village.

Now,
every time I feel bad,
I go for a walk,
put music in my AirPods,
and pretend everything is okay.

I just listen.
To the song,
to my breath,
and pretend nothing around me matters.

Because maybe it never did.
I just feel too much.
I give voice
to things that were never meant
to be heard.