I walked, not alone, but on my own,
I raced to the end, right beside my good friend.
We walked, often talked, with my fears locked inside,
But fresh air in my lungs made me feel so alive.

Shared experiences helped, when the nightmares slipped out,
Never on my own, despite feeling alone.
My troubles were mine to work my way through,
Dreams of hospital, doctors, nothing, even as a mother, that I could do.

My baby was sick, he needed some help,
So much time in the hospital before we got out.
Apart from my eldest, away from my love,
Another doctor or nurse donning aprons, masks and gloves.
A scary old time but we eventually came home,
And that's when the nightmares began every single time we were alone.

Back in the ambulance, or dreaming of hospital alarms,
Haunted so much even sure he was safe from harm.
How to get through this? How to move on?
Grab a good friend, walk it off, have some fun.

Nature, fresh air, a challenge to face,
I put on walking boots, and I fully embraced.
The time, the perspective, the support, it was healing, because it's hard to open up, to talk, explain how you're feeling.
Mornings out walking with barely anyone around, for me was cathartic and a love I have found.

When the nightmares creep back, and sometimes they do, I put on my boots...alone, with a friend, or bring the kids too.
Sometimes the darkest, loneliest times, can be brightened with the most unexpected finds.

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