Clear, bracken streams crisscross the landscapes of my thirsty heart, where turquoise blood fakes its way in, until I my face turns red like an Indian summer night.
Dark pools flood the space between my cells as I high dive off a ladder I have just begun to climb. Blue sky spins behind me, and I can feel its expansiveness with my eyes closed, while I practice backflips into the black water of my soul.
Now free of cold metal, my hands guide me soaring beyond my teacup target, and instead I splash down into a great sea inside of me.
Numbness creeps across my vision and I chase it away, determined to feel every moment; every sensation; every fleeting emotion trying to hide behind my courage.
Shame shutters in my chest, jumps through hoops in my hips, straightening down into my legs and charges out of my toes, seeking refuge in the shoes I never wear.
My fingers untie the laces, pulling them out each eyehole until they have completely unraveled from around the tongue and lie exposed on the cold concrete floor. I stomp bleach into them dry, stripping all dark colors out that I forced into them when I played in the dirt and filth, left over from days when I was not so innocent.
Blame has no place in my future.
Guilt needs to take up a new hobby, like baking or crocheting something pretty from its fractured patterns.
I have no space for these encumbering’s under my roof any longer.
My tracks are covered and I am not lost… anymore.