Walkabout

The shadows are forgotten.
The pain must be ignored.
The skin upon my hands and feet
Is calloused and it's scored

With marks of miles long traveled.
My face shows battles won.
The years have taught me nothing,
Except through what I've done.

I've learned that I am stronger
Than what I thought I'd be.
I've learned that marking every step
Is what forms destiny.

My childhood is behind me.
I've grown to be a man.
I know the secrets of my world,
The blood flow of the land.

So, now, I am returning
To the place where I was born.
I take my place up on the field
And know nobody's scorn.

The shadows are forgotten.
The pain must be ignored.
I've felt the sun, the cold and rain.
A man, I am reborn.

© 2002 Pam H. Murray


May 11, 2002