Friday Night #journeys

friday night

A poem about from our Community Correspondent David Bradley

I’m walking home, I’m on my own,

I’m walking rather fast,
as I walk past

I’m looking all around,
with my feet on the ground

I keep on going, with no slowing

I’m walking at a certain pace,
I don’t feel safe

I’m getting closer to home.
This is a bad zone.

I’ve been attacked before, outside my door.

I’m listening all around for a
familiar sound, shattering glass
or a shout from a lout.

I’m walking up the stairs with
my keys in my hand, I open and
unlock the door, I don’t feel
scared any more.

David Bradley

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