Take a Walk
As I walk through the snow,
I glance at the path behind me.
Ahead lays the fresh white pillow
waiting for my impression.
Each mark is my own.
The depth, width and stride
determined by the
emotional and physical gravity
I lay to it.
I step forward
pressing tenderly.
Soft while fluff
puffs around my shoe.
Pressing deeper
into the gentle blanket.
Hearing the crunch
beneath me.
Falling to my knees,
weeping.
Every spark inside
relit.
I glance at the path behind me.
Ahead lays the fresh white pillow
waiting for my impression.
Each mark is my own.
The depth, width and stride
determined by the
emotional and physical gravity
I lay to it.
I step forward
pressing tenderly.
Soft while fluff
puffs around my shoe.
Pressing deeper
into the gentle blanket.
Hearing the crunch
beneath me.
Falling to my knees,
weeping.
Every spark inside
relit.
posted by TalulaZephyr | 11:02 AM
2 Comments:
Damn Girl. :) When are you going to publish for money?
You're right.....this one did help after a down day. The ability to share your emotions and ideas to an extent that it helps others is a wonderful gift.
I'm realizing that it's the most difficult times in life that are the best to capture with pen, and to see it done with such swiftness is a wonderful thing. Thanks for sharing.
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