by Elizabeth Elia

Created on: August 16, 2010

Walking by myself

On the sidewalk, riddled with lines

One step after another

Leads me to my destination

My feet walk themselves

I barely see where I'm walking

I've been down this path

So many times, too many to count

Though it has been many years

Since the last time I walked here

I remember quite clearly the way

And as I reach my destination

The place I grew up in

The place where I made my first friends

And learned the quadratic formula

The place where, no matter what happened

Everyone always believed in me

Always encouraged, I grew

Physically and mentally

And now, looking at the school

All these memories flood my mind

No matter though, I am an adult

There is no place for me here

Only my memories

But those can only take me so far

It always leaves me feeling

Empty, a sense of longing

Whenever I think back all those years

I know the problem, I'm sure

It stares at me with truth in its eyes

Willing me to believe, to grasp the concept

Like teachers of before, it doesn't push

Just merely in wait for the realization

The moment when I suddenly understand

And now as I realize

I fully understand that somehow

Someway

I never grew up

Not really

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