When Childhood Speaks

I walked home today,

decades later,

I recalled a moment, a time, a nostalgic

memory.

I see the hallways, those dark places,

I stood alone,

the masses moving by,

I wanted to jump in be a part of

the movement,

I was always afraid, of not knowing where I would end up.

I found someone on my path today,

he was crying,

visibly,

not a man to allow emotion to unravel

his secure state of mind.

Today though, he felt real,

more in touch with his fear than he imagined

ever might occur again,

Today, we walked the halls,

together.

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