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May 10, 2015

I used to be afraid of stepping on glass
the fear of not being able to see the
crystal clear dangers that lie ahead kept me cautious and nervous
about taking a step off the beaten path.
But I’ve met girls whose eyes
were as clear as the broken bottles
I’ve seen on the earth’s floor,
and although I thought I recognized
the shape of insecurity warped into beauty
I have cut myself many times
trying to keep within the boundaries of passion
and I have the scars to prove it.
I now walk barefoot on the scalding ground
un-phased by the possibilities that could hurt me
unafraid of opening up old wounds
because the pain I feel is worth the risk
when you leave the circle of your comfort
to explore the depths that may swallow you.
I hope to meet someone who does not present
this same predicament
but if I do I worry less about my bare battered feet
and more about the girls whose heart are
more fragile
than mine.