
Each day passes, taking the steps on same routes to different trails. Changing socks to shoes on the feet
Pre-planned routed ideas for where to go next, when sometimes the thought of going somewhere new sparked an interest to what socks and shoes to wear.
Some steps of trails lead to betrail, shattered glass pierced into the skin. Puncturing old wounds and scars tearing new laceration s.
Searching for first aid just to wrap up the wounds, tearing up the plasters, stretching out bandages to over using alcoholic wipes just to declutter the old dry blood and the fresh cut wounds that gently pour out.
Merely holding onto whats left, to where it gets harder to replenish. Those ways of old pulls holding on the chords, trying to hold you down to new ones taking more away from you just wanting to have a piece of you just like a slice of cake.
Blindfolded to the ways of what others are holding and wanting to take from you. Blinded sighted truth as something good comes along. Barely able to grasp from all the shattered glass. Tearing up and barbed wire strung trailing around your feet.
Old wounds slowly easing with alleviating light relieving the blindfold, softly untangles wires from depths of the skin and pealing the scars from where it laid. Sunbeams softly with the warmth onto the skin making it feel better.
As the time passes wounds gradually start to heal into small ragged inflamed scars, eventually calming and soothing. Leaving little traces of marks upon the skin that turn merely impossible to see.
Some days of ups or even some down days. Where taking it easy within to start, making each step more easier to take the next step. Striding upon the paths with feeling of riding the winds. Glistening into skies with nothing holding you back and just to take one look back and say "I have came this far, the only things I can look forward to is all the smiles around me. Thank you for not giving up and for not giving in."
~Little something that was hard to write in the beginning,yet a way of expression to say that no matter what you go though, you will always make it through the other side when you go through hard times. Hold your head up high and stay true to your heart.~ Win~
About the Creator
BeeNines
Hello to everyone, welcome to my page!
My freestyle poetry is truly short and sweet! Just how I’d like my desserts.
Sometimes writing in a moment where it just can flow and it’s my way of expression also. Even to encourage others to smile.



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