On these frosty mornings,
I sip on black coffee
and gaze at the dawning.
Today's a new journey.

I take one more sip,
let the heat warm my digits.
Boots laced for a trip,
toes feeling less frigid.

Crunching blades of grass
sound like porcelain glass,
as shattered, frosty dew
covers the tops of my shoes.

I look back at my footprints,
tracing my chosen path.
And I realize, they're just hints
of the impact one does hath.

In that moment, I decided
that my path was quite misguided.
The pilot of my wanderings
was nothing but rubber and strings!

So I sat on the ground
and untied my laces.
My purpose newfound
with barefooted paces!

Yes, my toes were quite cold,
but I didn't care.
My feet no longer soled,
my mind's fully aware.

Now I choose my own way,
with no feelings of dismay.
My soles are a la carte,
and my soul is full of heart.

Gravity
Has lost all control in the spot i'm sitting in right now
I have no idea why, maybe it's the outcome
Maybe it's because i like to be a grounded person that might have to jump
Instead of staying on the ground the whole time

I clipped my wings to stay
                                                Grounded

The sea strains for the sand,
pulling, grasping at
each precious granule,
Their lovers embrace
shattered
with the rise and fall of the tide.

But I am not the sea.
The sky is not my sand.
"Reach for the stars"
They say.
How?
When I am bound.
Chained to the rocks
Shackles made of iron
Caressing my feet

I reach for my sky
My haven, my light
But I cannot
For my wings are far too
Small, To carry my weight.
And I fall
      And fall
          And fall
Until I am grounded.
A fallen angel
Yet again.