See
I've been walking
This last week
With a stone
In my shoe
So much so
I've affected a limp
Maybe it's
The chip
I forgot to carry
On my shoulder
Maybe I kept it
There
To remind me
I am alive
Maybe I kept it
Uncomfortably in my
Sock
Because it stopped
Me worrying
About my suffering
Maybe I wanted to
Hold part of the streets
With me
To remind me
That that's where
I come from
Or maybe
I'm just
Too god damn
Lazy
And preoccupied
To remember
Who I am
Or what I'm doing
And this way
Every time I walk
I'm mindful of
The new experiences
That surrounded me
Has it come to
Pain and pleasure
Being the things
Which make me
Get out of bed
Every morning
So that the dull grey
Can't wrap itself
Around
And strangle
The very thing
That helps me
To breathe