Awake, fresh eyes crack.
It hurts for just a second as dawn’s light washes me.
Lost easy in the bigger world beyond the walking sleep.
Crumpled wings unfurl, patched along the breaks.
Golden heart taps a beat for my gentle, lilting step.
That’s blossoming, they say.
Morning coaxes me back home; still, felt like night forever.
What if I abandoned ship and sank smiling when doubt said I should?
Or was it reason as it claimed?
It only ever named what lacked but promised me the world.
(For the low, low price of one soul’s light.)
I stand here now on tattered toes, detailed plans in smithereens.
Bravely now, I look ahead, but…
is there a right way to take “the leap?”
Tenderly, I remind that clear transcends obsession.
To think that closed doors led me here.
Who am I to speak these words in the face of ought and overthought?
What is truth and what I dare.
Human, I suppose.
That’s got to be enough by now.