of the heart
is a
bare footed journey
Which road is without
stones and thorns
Which is without
the broken glass
of shattered desires
The safe
paved road
still
burns blister hot
in the heat
of the day
The dusty road
is muddied from
the shower of tears
Stop and squish
the mud
between your toes
Even the most painful of journeys can give us a squish, a bit of joy, some goodness. We just need to stop.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!