Leaving Fresh Footprints

A cold heartless wind blew my soul away,

wrapping an impenetrable cloak of death,

around me in his deceitful web of lies.

I faded like an empty paper bag in the sun

and vanished from tomorrow’s road,

lost in a silent world in sheltering cage

playing the game of life with imperfection,

in love with a person in field of broken tulips

a fractured darkness of false fists.

I vanish from yesterday’s highway, wrapping

my arms around me, releasing the breath

stolen from me, leaving whispers as

I tread to a new horizon untangled from him,

watching butterscotch sunlight fracturing in crystals,

stride through the new, leaving fresh footprints

a life of seashells harboring crabs, the smell

of crisp rain and freshly shampooed hair,

releasing the secrets inside my barricaded heart

ungluing the labels of my past, setting myself free.