A Favorite Rewind

I found this little gem from 2009.  I wish I could still put words to paper like this!



I lost my way long before a safe path was revealed. Once my footing became unsteady, I knew I'd never again crave the easy way. I'd prefer a little struggle... to get a little dirty... to learn my lessons in the most difficult fashion. I liked it rough. I enjoyed tasting the blood from my scraped knees and digging the gravel from my torn flesh. The pain made fluffy beds with white sheets, wine and air conditioning more flavorful. Without the struggle of life, ease is hard to swallow.

I gave myself to everyone who needed me. They could have any little piece... my thriving mind, my aching body, my anxious guts. They could kiss my blistered knuckles or sing me to sleep. I would feed the hungry souls of any others lost. At times, I forgot to feed my own.

Emptiness led way to an enthralling compulsion to unearth some sort of new existence. Emptiness created fire damaging enough to devour any prevalent distress. My emptiness forced movement. Once my bare feet began to carry me again, I managed to reach each obstacle that originally held me still.

This time, instead of losing myself to hours and days and years of immobility and fear, I hoisted myself up and allowed my soft skin to hit the ground on the other side. Sore, but accomplished. Bruised, but suddenly aware of inner strength. Exhausted, but fueled by ability.

Each intricate step forward, insignificant as they seem, grew inside of me a new creature. Keen, able, ravishing, absorbed. Completely ready to pave a new alley so those following behind might have one extra option.  I hope to provide what you need.