thoughts

barefoot souls

Words and shouts fly around, piercing nonexistent silence.

They hit like a hot bullet on skin,

only here it’s hitting the ears.

Not harming the drums, but harming something worse.

something better, something more important.

These words aren’t spoken lightly–gravity brings it

 

down.

Somehow everything that has been collected in the mind

spills out through the mouth and through the air and

finally into the heart, the soul.

And not of a shoe, although it might as well be because shoes

fly around too.

No pathway is taken barefoot;

it’s too dangerous to expose those soles,

these which are untouched and fresh with no calluses.

But my soul is nothing but barefoot, walking on the earth feeling each bump

each crack each root each leaf each tiny puddle

It doesn’t harm just a shock

A gentle reminder that I’m still alive just stripped

of all my dignity and my trust and everything I hoped I would have by now.

I don’t have it anymore.

I never had it any more

than she did.

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