I look forward to walking away
To surviving, not just staying alive
Repetitive twenty four hour challenge to anchor courage
Resist
Why does anyone get up with nowhere to go?
The future knows enjoyable
Long walks through lush green forests pull me forward
To see happy dogs chase squirrels and sniff tracks
Witness scents of seasons
Bluebells and daffs
Snow will hit my nose
The sounds of the frozen ground’s “pop” as children run on top
Plumes of warm breath will escape before them
We’ll be pushing up muddy hills
Gloved hands reaching for help
Pulling on trees
Slipping and sliding on our knees
I’ll be laughing, getting cold and wet
Listening for sounds of
Are we going home yet?
Days of freedom lie in front of me
This I continue to believe
25th August 2022
copyright samantha harris british poet
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