i walk above the ground
on stilts, above the strife
away from glass houses down below -now broken into life
and i write across the soil
in braille across my soul
"Does anyone recognise me?" - "Anyone there below?"
complying my fear of falling
in with my fear of hand
titling fear until it overtakes me - too distant to understand
the hills and deep valleys of desert
and god's waters without end
i walk, i just write across the barren - throwing words against the wind
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Posted for Poets United - glass houses Thursday Think Tank
Got the Everyday Goddess Award for this one...Thank You so much...bkm
