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
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.