There were miles

Meant to clear my head

Soothe my fears

And shift me

Back into myself

Miles spent alone

A moving meditation

That one clear thing

That was my own

But the miles

Must be shared

And my hours

Must be divided

So long as none

Are ever spent in that silence again

I must let go

Of what was my own

As I hold the memory

Of those miles ~ Caroline A. Slee


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