Carry me // wise legs

i’m still grieving a lot of lost life right now
grieving that even my adventures, my escapes
were with people I don’t care to remember, 
others that, god,
i wish i could forget. 

way back when i took pictures
of my legs, of my feet
because they were standing
because they have carried me for so long
through so many different places

now i look down, to kiss my precious feet
through pooling eyes 
i gently blink out a million thank you’s 

to these sturdy legs 
that have always carried me 
away from your madness

to these wise legs 
that have walked away from so much
standing on their own, together.

did you teach yourself to walk, too?
or were you born standing at attention
as i was?

are you marching to the beat of your own drum?
or reveling in your dance as a well trained monkey?