Steeling herself against the cold

Looking at the path unfolding

The planks brittle and splintering

Creaking beneath her weight

Breathing in the cleansing air

Knowing her dreams

Are out here, somewhere

Searching for what she thinks

Is lost to only her

If she’d only still,

They would speak to her

Quiet the mind, slow your pace

Open up to the universal grace

Her toes catching,

on a warped and twisted board.

Catching a splinter

So deep in her center

Remove it now, before it festers

The blood and pain, oozes out

She feels it all

Clammering about

Breathing in deeply

She sighs relief

If only

The peace

Wasn’t so brief.

 

©2016 Amanda Potter