In The Eye

Some Day Soon

I will live in the moment
Bother not to tarry in the past
Which has been stamped upon life as ink to paper; mistakes and all-
Savor each second I am happy
Focus not on each stone I land upon with my worn feet
But on the second I pass between-unsupported through the air,
Like a flightless bird

I will feel secure
In each precious friendship I weave by strands of miracle or luck
Making no mistake, no hesitation over every sentence I speak
In fear of being left behind, gradually swept out-
Like the leaves on the trees in a gale
Clinging to their branches, in best efforts not to be blown away
Left to be whipped violently through the lonesome air in solus

I will find my old self again
Underneath the hostile armor built around
The welcoming fire that used to burn-before imperiled by lashes of wind and rains brumal-
Had built up its flames to trounce/subjugate the threats-
Yet this once vital protection
Has frozen in place as water-like teardrops-running down the shingles of a roof hardening into jagged icy daggers-
Aiming downward at each soul passing by

I will walk the halls like I own them