Tracepaper
If life was not difficult, would I live in solid skin or would I be fragile like barely frozen ice cubes...
I ran outside frantically and did
so barefoot to feel more connected
with the rich earth beneath my feet
My tired arms stretched out like
two strong wings on an elegant
airplane trying to embrace the
pink horizon within reach
Along the way I desperately
asked the sapphire heavens above my troubled head for immediate relief
Every celestial star and unshaken
dandelion on that cloudless,
windless night kept telling
me to just breathe