May 10, 2015I 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