Now shattered and broken,
fallen pieces on the floor.
Stepping lightly,
hearing bits begin to crack,
shuddering at the pain
that laces
bare feet.
Words flying and cutting
deeper and more
harshly than the glass.
Tears falling
just as bright and
broken as the hearts who
shed them.
Questions cloud the
mind as anger
whispers in the ear,
Daring.
Taunting.
Tempting the feet
to stomp,
to destroy,
to injure so
irrevocably.
Just like they did.

Neurons crackling,
sparks dancing
from white to gray matter.
Shadows begin to form,
becoming words as the light of
ingenuity shines
fully on them.
Synapses light up,
down to the fingers,
who are itching to transport
ideas onto pages.
Delicately they balance on the
tightrope line
across the parchment,
waiting for the
world to watch
their spectacle.
They can move hearts,
change minds and
start revolutions
by simply existing.
How tantalizing is the
wonder of
words.

Falling through graceful realms,
I am unafraid.
Tucked safely in my mind
behind closed eyelids,
I am subjected to the
parade of my subconscious.
Before my ethereal self
the fancies of my foolish
heart dance to the
lively circadian rhythm
with lavish costumes and tricks,
disguising themselves as a
bizarre and random
dream