Toes

Steps in the woods within the mind

among fallen trees of dreams,

where innocence first skinned its shins

and angels lost their wings.

 

Still feeling the pain

of stubbed  toes incurred

when trying to upon a mountain

built by the promises of those trusted.

 

Seasons passed and having walked so far,

yet lured again to that forest

that once help the magic of hope,

 

Now, visit clad in shoes,

which give nakedness a leathery strength

so you stand on that brook

filled with tears from violated visions,

they help to buffer from the remembered pains,

though the scars still hurt,

but returning gives them

a sense of healing.