Have you ever experienced pain that was none of your doing, yet you felt it must be left between your ears only?
And you take the resulting wound as an ugly blemish needed to be disguised. You go on and scrub and scrub. It appears to be gone.
If it’s not there it never happened.
Ever do that so well, that you end up fooling yourself?
Until one day a loud crash halts your steps. Feet frozen as the layers begin to peel back
The scar peeks in sight
A twinge starts in your fingertips and then straight to the chest. It awakens you.
Let that day happen, feel that happen. It is only when you look straight at the wound can you really see anything else.
If you’ve got the right eye, you’ll smile. And take that bruise as a badge that broadens your sight.
Never again will you bury your pain once you’ve seen that day.
Sand beneath toes
Right above the tip of the toes
And yet she sits
Knees pushed against chest
With the slightest drip drop tempo
Following the rhythm of her sway
Puddle sinks toes deeper
Hair plastered against face
Drip drops pick up a beat
As her sway falls short behind
In the darkness behind eyes
The crashing of the waves drown ears
A new rhythm is found
Puddle nears knees
Pruning toes with in the sand
And her sway syncs with the splish splash waves
That is a man covered in ashes
With peeks of red colored flesh
Climbing and gripping the jagged peak
He falls and tumbles
Lands flat on his back
The peak hidden once again
The ash covered man is seen with more red stripes
With a kick of his heel
His toe curls and pushes and pushes
In a sudden gust of wind the ashes then begin to wisp behind
His eyes meet the sun
Knees crushed into the rocks
The once hovering clouds engulfing the jagged tips are no where to be seen he perceives
So he basks in the sun
Though a far way yet to go
The man stretches his legs and lays parallel to the ground
In that same moment a strong wind overcomes once again
The ashes twirl and spin beyond him
Revealing only some red strips with bright colored flesh