Not Once.

 You will

soon know 

what it looks

like to 

hit the end.

But its not

what you think

it will be.

Its 

the walk you 

took

in the late 

summer night.

Walking 

on the cobblestone

you took

off your shoes

because your 

feet hurt so bad.

As you walked

you knew you

were not

in a safe neighborhood

but you walked with purpose.

The others parked 

in the parking lots.

Not you.

You parked under 

the bridge.

As you got closer 

you felt calm

because 

you knew 

this was 

a place

you

could hold 

your own. 

You looked

back at 

the world

and with your 

eyes

invited

danger under 

that bridge.

You

made this 

end your beginning

and you never looked

back.

Not

once.