How Many Fresh Starts Is This

Another new beginning, another major change My feet know the rhythm, though this road is undiscovered My toes know the feeling of wet dew still clinging to the blades of grass Not yet baked by a summer afternoon They know the rough soft mountain dirt And the bounce of a carpet of prickly pine needles The numbing cold of winters long snow Quickly followed by the sharp sting of feeling returned As they are roasted by the fire My loves feet are following the familiar rhythm Down a much different unfamiliar path Will our feet find their way back, unlike our stubbornness That led our hearts away The pieces of our soul we tore apart, have not fit right for years Sloppily thrown back together Not realizing the catastrophic damage our haste would create Perhaps the pieces we are leaving behind will become a breadcrumb trail The morsels to bitter for a crows meal I had forgiven you so long ago My love blinds me to your every misdeed As I lie bleeding on the floor But it matters not what anyone might say Because though you can rip me to shreds with a look Your lips heal my deepest wounds And although tonight I lie above different soil I console myself with the knowledge that it is still a part of this great earth Of which we are all connected I'll close my eyes and feel your warmth next to me I will breathe your breath as you hover above me And I will feel you inside me As you run through my veins with every heartbeat Come home to me my love For I will never be home until I'm safe in the circle of your arms Close enough to feel the beat of your heart And the fire of our connected soul Your Best 2020 Poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke