In the darkness

In the darkness I write poetry
With my feet.
I pound the pavement and underfoot
Are metaphors for life and love.

I ask silently for peace
And strength.
Learning each day this distorted world
Requires so much of it.

Shadows play across the distance
And scare me.
Confused, I turn down empty roads
Running as if from ghosts of my past.

But I can never run far enough
Or fast enough.
And the pavements carry me along
As I write poetry in the darkness.