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Last of the dinner dishes put away

Anxiety overtakes

I slip into the living room,

step into my shoes,

quietly sneaking

out the door

A few steps,lead to miles

hours pass in minutes

thinking, solving, crying, anger

each has it's time

each given thought

the road back is clear

Cobblestones lifting as proof

there will be hurdles

step carefully, don't rush

close your eyes

listen to your heart

let it lead you home