As a child,
I used to run my hands
on the walls as I walked
Adults around
would warn me
about the filthiness
of those dust, graffiti,
***** and poster covered walls
But touching them gave me
a weird sense of accomplishment
Like physical proof
that I was once here
moving forward
Today
I will not worry
what bacteria
this wall holds
what molds
have aged on its corners
Instead, I'll run my hands
with every step I take
smiling
because I am,
once again,
moving forward
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
As a child,
I used to run my hands
on the walls as I walked
Adults around
would warn me
about the filthiness
of those dust, graffiti,
***** and poster covered walls
But touching them gave me
a weird sense of accomplishment
Like physical proof
that I was once here
moving forward
Today
I will not worry
what bacteria
this wall holds
what molds
have aged on its corners
Instead, I'll run my hands
with every step I take
smiling
because I am,
once again,
moving forward
