30,000 Steps

30,000 steps to start writing...

But write about what?

My heart was bled dry

From a narcissist or two

But they are far away now

I can't let them spoil my holiday

They were jealous of the strong bonds

I have with my best friends

Envious of the soul siblings

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30,000 steps later none of it matters

Through the steep steps and the subtle fog

The red thumbs and aching feet fight

For liberation from the 9-5

The chimney cakes and mulled wine

All as sweet as ever but not much on

The waist or the wallet but since I am

Walking it off it is a sin repented

And kindness to one self

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Where I sleep is a white veil

The corridors are decorated with

Art and memoirs of guests past, present

And future. Where tea and coffee is free

And staples like rice and pasta are too

It's great for solo travellers on a budget

Where the cost of things that delayed dreams

But they won't shatter mine.

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30,000 steps later I realise

That I was meant to be here

They are strangers but they are family

I am foreign yet I am home

I am in my element in this gothic path