skin imprinted
.
I stepped on broken glass
but it’s your feet that started to bleed
should have been more careful, to not cause you pain
maybe you thought I was made of iron that I stepped on those shards
but your color glass does not hurt me, it never has
the sun always reflecting in it
bringing an eighth color rainbow just on the edge of the spectrum
the pain does not touch the souls of my feet
it twists and bends in my lungs . as I inhale the dust from your broken breaths
your reflections are beautiful to me
and I can’t look away
so much that at times I forget to stop, and instead just walk slowly to you
not seeing the things I might have done wrong
stubborn, my dear . blind to the truths
stuck in my matter, shielding myself from the good that you bring
unwise, I know
yet often , I need a second breath to really take you in, all of you
I stumble in the dark
and finally make my eyes open, when I thought they were open all of this time
I frown at such revelation, constantly in awe
shaking my head at my own unawareness
each portal was unlocked, but I was closed
afraid of the things that you were giving me, or too uncertain to really believe
to grasp those tiny pieces, to embrace them the way they deserved
was... listen to that word intently
read it, touch it, taste it
I’m moving forward now, with better knowledge of what builds your world
a world that is now a part of my own
deep breaths, focused stare, listen please
at times I am blind with you, yet I see you with my heart
every time that my eyes fail me, and my mind objects
I see you
always touching the broken color glass
but never letting go
.