I am learning to be me again. Deterred and sucked in by boot’s tread, I lay my own shoes along the rocky dirt, I treasure my autonomy along the broken earth.
Discovering new creatures and burial shrines, I reclaim what was always mine. I join boldly colored butterflies and birds, In a joyful and courageous solitude, No sound or trace of you.
I remember what it feels like fill my mind, With words and endorphins, tender and kind.
Dirt paths like empty pages, On a journey held strong with friends and sages.
