Hallway
Done it millions of time over
down the river hallway,
nothing but bare feet and faith-
need it in this dark.
Hands feeling walls,
and feet bumping furnace.
There's a nervous notion
but safety when we remember.
It's life with destination,
near the end,
or cloaked in darkness doorways;
to the left or right.
But onward, straight we go-
silent, barefooted in the night.
Faith and cool wood boards beneath us
we're all gonna be alright.
-Matthew Koutzun
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