I Walk

I walk through corridors.

Each step deliberate.

Each breath hears my own footsteps.

I walk through corridors

to witness what came before me,

to understand what I see,

to brace myself for what tomorrow brings.

These corridors hold my secrets,

my thoughts,

my quiet moments.

They speak without words,

pointing to what is hidden,

and remind me,

in their own way,

when my time will come.

I walk.

I walk

because these corridors

are all I see.

I breathe.

I understand.

I wonder.

I fear.

These corridors are

there—

forever there.

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