A Wandering Shadow Poem by Shadow Girl

What would happen
if i walked
out of the
door,
into the tedious street
the mechanical world
I tolerate every day-
And walked.
And just kept walking,
never stopped,
never cared,
never ceased
to exist
again.
I would wander
barefoot
the windswept moors.
The comforting silence
cleansing my soul,
whispering me home.
And the braken, heather, thorns and crag
rip my feet
until wandering steps
of blissful blood
smear the undergrowth
with ebony fire.
And the storm clouds
blow in
off the cold North Sea.
Bringing drops of icey
joy that hinder and cleanse.
Make me feel
alive
again.
And still i walk
And still I journey;
as tangles of wet raven hair
hug my frame;
lose, wet, freedom.
And the cold sears my bones
as my white cotton gown
becomes a soggen
shroud cloth.
I walked for an eternity
as i am
but a second
and a billion years.