i walk while
detritus at my feet
frames
shards of broken lives
that reflect a cubist distortion
of what I could be
bottle twists
and pipe puffs
could’ve scattered me
among dead sagebrush
and
forgotten dreams
but i ignored the raven’s death caw
and chose to ride the light
and dance in sunbeam warmth
i walk while
detritus at my feet
reminds
me that i am here
i am whole.
March 9, 2016 at 11:57 am
I usually don’t visit blogs for reading the entire post but this was worth it! 🙂
March 9, 2016 at 11:57 am
I usually don’t visit blogs for reading the entire post but this was worth it! 🙂