Travelin' Man

I crawl.
Not sure enough of my own will to stand.
Not sure enough of what lies inches ahead of me.
Restless because dormancy is no more an option.
Curious cause with every moment life moves so much closer,
That I can almost reach out and touch it.

I walk.
With each stride, I am more confident of the person I can become.
Freedom is in every motion.
Will is in the strength to stand and accept that freedom.
Steady that with every step forward I move away from the past,
And one step closer to the future.

I run.
Exploding into the unknown.
Because the world is too vast for me to reach in time if I walk.
Because the collage of experiences should whip against my face in the wind.
Through the changes and obstacles life has thrown at me,
Cause they can only trip you up if you are slowing down.

I walk.
Too tired of running away from situations.
Muscles tense from years of pushing too hard.
Moral low from having so many dreams deterred.
Eyes weary from the blur of color,
Ready to distinguish the lessons learned from those that were not.

I crawl.
Too feeble to stand on my own.
Too ashamed to ask for help from a friend.
Not yet ready for whatever is past that finish line.
Realizing that in the time it took to read this poem,
Everything can all come to an end.

She

I fucked up...
I wasn't supposed to be here.
You were not supposed to invite me to apartment,
Strip, and begin slowly licking me like I was the last strawberry eclair on earth.
Wait...
We weren't supposed to be on that date.
I wasn't supposed to get bored waiting,
You shouldn't have been bating me with your size too small boy shorts and tank top.
Stop...
I should've waited till she came home.
I could have been in my own place,
Wasting the moments till she returned from work.
No...
I was tired of looking at my four walls.
Tired of checking my cell for missed calls that were really never missed,
Pissed I rose from bed, dressed and headed to your abode.
Don't...
Lay here at her doorstep waiting for her return.
I told myself, words falling on bleeding ears,
I heard her tears and knocked on the door.
Leave...
She replied, I sighed knowing that I was going nowhere.
She answered the door, we conversed, we left and got a bite to eat.
She left me no room to speak taking me as if I were the woman and she the man.
And it wasn't her final quaking scream of extacy that I saw you staring at
Me...