With needles of pain
I crocheted emotions
into a web of depression
cocooning myself in defeat
Churning thoughts
shot a stone of memory
from the deepest cavern
of suppression
echoing the echoes
of ancestral Groits’ maxims:
“I cried because I had not shoes
until I met a man who had not feet”
Aroused and uplifted
from the inner sanctum of doubt
I awoke
arose
and took a walk into fields
of possible realities:
Come,
walk with me and be free
as you want and ought to be.