Fragmented pieces of life float away. My brokenness. They are like boomerangs. The more I want the pieces to be lost, the more they will come back to haunt.
Fragile cracks form. Lightening explodes. Black & white. Fire erupts. Colour embedded. I need to walk the path ahead. Feel the fear. Touch the pieces as they drift by.
My openness seeks to soar. To find my objectivity. To speak of words that will empower. To free oneself from the chains that bind. I know too well this path. I travel on the spectrum of life moving forward, to find myself two steps behind.
A journey begins.