I have taken footsteps through many lives;
Some as escapes of my own;
Walking down lost paths, on a happiness scavenger
hunt, perpetuating the willingness of re-opening my eyes
and continuing respiration in hope of another day and
new narration to my life, a chance to recreate stories.
Desolate as I walk these paths through many lives
Many people stumble across my feet
I wonder, will they ever pack their sanity and take this journey with me?
until then, I will stand alone with
Cuts on the bottom of my feet, scars due to
walking back and forth from reality to imaginary
broken pieces of yesterday sprinkled onto my today
keeps my heart from healing along with these blemishes.