Poem #36

Second First Step

Silently the blade lifts through the static air

Cherry handle turns, as spit on campfire flame

Fingers walking, pacing, around the wood

Racing thoughts pierce the mental chasm

Why this, why then, would they ever know

Knowing is what is more, he breathes deep

 

Quietly pacing, contemplating thoughts

The books he loved are mindless sheaves

Palm down pressing, so strings won’t hum

In the vacuous cavity, as hollow as his being

Harmonious silence fills his mind, soothing

Feeling his broken body, he breathes deep

 

Nimbly touching the scars on his skin

His mind races to that ill-fated day,

Young and thriving he rode through fire

Born again, an infant in body, a man in mind

Days pass, he grows, surpassing belief

Walking his second first step, he breathes deep

 

Raucously writhing, his insides were churned

Bones a many, were broken and sheared

Steadfast and sharp, his mind stood firm

Doctor’s disbelieving, doubting every move

Not to be coddled or babied, he moves on

Strong willed, determined, he breathes deep

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s