Her Feet

Her Feet

She looked at her feet-

graciously she thanked them-

for these feet-

her feet.

Have kept her steady and strong-

for all she has seen-

for all the heart ache she has felt.

These feet-

her feet-

have guided her through-

the labyrinths of life.



Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.

Through thundering tunnels-

an alienating atmosphere-

aggressively alone.

Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.

Fear follows fractured faces.

Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.

Problems profound.

Searching souls, startle simplicity.

Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.

Cultivating change.