fibers stretch to reach each other..
colors blend with one another..
masks slip to show the feeling..
we choose to breathe on our own.
the sun shines to keep what’s living..
and night falls to free the eager
love reminds what falls beneath
constantly hiding behind our eyes.
so how do we end up where we’re standing?
the constant presence of your own choice
there’s no denying what was and what is..
a mind set on shoulders recalls them all.
those fibers pull to rip it’s seams.
bleeding colors, damaged water.
remember your shattered leaves, dancing branches, fallen trees.
sit awhile, rest is necessary.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 