Eight Poem by Lora Cooley

I'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up
I'd lost everything I believed in
I was as alone as I've ever been
I starting taking late night walks around the suburb I was living in
I'd start walking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong in my life
One night I got beaten
When asked about it
I refused to answer
It was my private peace with the universe
Content with whatever was going to happen
Then I got angry because I still had stories to tell
So I fought back
Two thins came out of that incident
First: I have no fear of death
Second: I started walking again
Sometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning
When people asked what I was doing
I'd say 'I'm looking for something'
So I kept walking
Finding the lost people emerging from beds of pain to walk the same streets
Gradually fading away at dawn