to poems that lift us.
finding the perfect poem after a string of harder days : i am all gratitude.
a good trail.
by kinnie starr.
if you find a good trail follow it
that path will become your own
for the rocks resting underneath your feet
and for the fire on your tired face
for the kiss misfit upon your lips
and for the hands that broke your child body
for the words you wish you had spoken
and for the sadness that weakens your bones
for your long walk looking for home
for this and more you will never be alone
for the tree is your spine, see?
and those are blessings you cast every day
that is your voice and voice is power
and these are winter’s brudening hours
that is the seething of clever hidden fears
and these are times you rest to shed tears
that is the future you see in your reflection
it is the coming of new generations