Send Me On My Way

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My feet are
blistered
from hitting the
streets
knocking on doors
opportunity unfolding
like wings from my
shoulderblades.
I am not ready
to fall into the corporate
mayhem of sales
tactics. I am not
ready to fall from
my own moral grace.
Perhaps one day
I will no longer care
about asking for
what I need
but for now,
I can create it myself.

Send me on my way
back home
to the keyboard and the mouse
and the words flowing like
water.