Duty

Delicate,

I am a traveler

Whose shoes broke their seams;

Laces, lost in traffic,

Here and there

And in between it all.

Reverent;

Reverberating

With my waves;

My footfalls call-out

Often pondered thoughts,

Names;

Shameful stories;

A sordid soiree of gross appall.

Apologetically emaciated;

Stomach drenched in hunger pains

And waiting games

And other forms

Of frank debasing.

Wondered, wandering in ways,

And plain debates of where to stall.

I pray,

I reach;

I cultivate a hope,

In moments marked as solemn, graded;

Abstained from all the mockeries;

My heart at ease, is free,

Seeming still, largely open

To the motions we fixate upon,

Until we break these walls.