This poem was originally posted on medium.com. In the coming weeks, I will be transferring and reposting all my writing over to antoniopedroruiz.com.
the feet are tired shuffling along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time. the body carrying the memories of a childhood too long ago of teen years that are hidden in history books of sex drugs and rock and roll twenties of adult foolishness that you can't pick out of a police line-up. music ripples through the memory neurons of whatever is left and small patches of sunlight are visible and you realize your life has not been all darkness and shadows and holes in the ground. music the kind that gets your shoulders moving your toes snapping your head tossing back your arms clearing room around you cause it's in your blood and soul and deep down somewhere you realize your life has not been all darkness and shadows and holes in the ground. visiting the gallery of your life images on the wall that speak to you every second of your life every person you ever met every action you've ever taken every decision you've ever made every thought you've ever had. now you are here it's all that matters as you put your hands in your pockets and shuffle along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time and continue the long walks on this time smiling.
antonio pedro ruiz january 22, 2010