The Long Walk Home

by Ann Christine Tabaka

I too will walk that long road home,
not stopping to look back.
Crimson sunset at my heels,
wild hair flowing free.

The future has been tallied,
in six stacks of shiny pennies. 
A wall of copper 
towering towards the heavens.

I stand alone, nameless,
waiting for the call.
Eight purple Martins circle overhead,
keeping watch. 

Not knowing the cost of fame, 
I bartered for my soul.
Not knowing the price of love, 
I sold my heart.

I face a truth I cannot fathom,
asking only for repentance.
Timeless dreams await 
to pay the final fare.

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Caroline Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, Poetic Sun, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, The Phoenix, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.

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