I ground my palms. The quiet earth—outside— resists my push, and reminds me of where I end.
I shift the focus through the line between us. The balance is somewhere in the silence, but there is so much noise—inside
I kick up, still, not knowing what’s next. There is so much mystery in the attempt, and for a few seconds
it’s all there is.
When I—inevitably—stumble and fall, I don’t think of what could have been. This strange fire burns me up, and lures me in, to try again, and again.
I can feel it getting closer— one day I’ll find that which will finally put my heart at peace.