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.

Shadows…..

Shadows…..

As I sit within the shadows-

Life itself I do ponder.

Such sadness scars my soul.

Thorns encased in salt rape my heart-

Reflections of death I have seen.

Isolation-

Mind over body-

Veils my being.

As I sit in the shadows-

They do speak to me-

In hushed whispers-

Warming my ears.

For shadows have no reflection-

Death can’t be seen.

To which brings comfort to thee.