skin imprinted

.

I stepped on broken glass

but it’s your feet that started to bleed

should have been more careful, to not cause you pain

maybe you thought I was made of iron that I stepped on those shards

but your color glass does not hurt me, it never has

the sun always reflecting in it

bringing an eighth color rainbow just on the edge of the spectrum

the pain does not touch the souls of my feet

it twists and bends in my lungs . as I inhale the dust from your broken breaths

your reflections are beautiful to me

and I can’t look away

so much that at times I forget to stop, and instead just walk slowly to you

not seeing the things I might have done wrong

stubborn, my dear . blind to the truths

stuck in my matter, shielding myself from the good that you bring

unwise, I know

yet often , I need a second breath to really take you in, all of you

I stumble in the dark

and finally make my eyes open, when I thought they were open all of this time

I frown at such revelation, constantly in awe

shaking my head at my own unawareness

each portal was unlocked, but I was closed

afraid of the things that you were giving me, or too uncertain to really believe

to grasp those tiny pieces, to embrace them the way they deserved

was... listen to that word intently

read it, touch it, taste it

I’m moving forward now, with better knowledge of what builds your world

a world that is now a part of my own

deep breaths, focused stare, listen please

at times I am blind with you, yet I see you with my heart

every time that my eyes fail me, and my mind objects

I see you

always touching the broken color glass

but never letting go

.