What beauty lies within
the tattered strands of the truth.
When honesty stripped the safety raw
and left you bare and exposed.
What honor lies in dignity
and in coming forth with grace.
When tripping and falling along the way
keeps you staggering back again.
What will you do now with the words
that have fallen from your lips.
You’ve been feeding off the taste and texture
and savoring them for some time.
Will you starve to death at the loss
of the comfort of that taste.
Will you seek out something altogether
new and quite unknown.
Or fall back on the comfort
of what has always been.
The steady, the grating, repetitive
safety of well-worn shoes.
The unshaking ground on which
you have mastered how to stand.
You might just leap onto
the next breeze that blows past you.
Let it dance upon your skin
and tickle you ‘til you smile.
It’s all just really passing time
until the pain recedes.
Until the breath resumes its pace
and feeling has returned.
I love this! It is very thought-provoking and beautifully written. I especially love the lines: "The steady, the grating, repetitive safety of well-worn shoes. The unshaking ground on which you have mastered how to stand".
ReplyDeleteWell done!