Pages

Grown, pressed, handcrafted, and created. A seed planted, watered, and given light. Pages born bearing the weight of the seasons. Walking through I saw on my right a burden of perfection and to my left a settlement of sin. I plowed through my scattered dreams and my broken heart told me lift up your feet.

The pages left bitter Q's and earth stinging B's. I tossed aside the slavery of grammar and broke the chains of definition and meaning only to be comforted by what was hidden outside the pages.

I noticed my torn and bruised feet that brought me through the muck and mire of the lashing and beating of words. As the salt filled ocean of tears flooded my eyes, I saw them fall bringing healing to my cuts and open wounds. I longed to turn the pages but my inquisitive and curious mind bound me and love compelled me, finish the pages.

Slowing down my intake of each letter and word only causing more of a pain in my side, I didn't dare read aloud. A heavy beating in my heart hoping for a game of hide and seek in these pages.

The plot thickened and the earth spun and the universe held in its place. The heavens stretched across the span with burning bright stars giving their light for a day. Beyond the pages, I saw a vast and distant mountain with many hills as it crumbled and fell into the midst of the sea only to give room for the sun shining down on me.

A rainbow hung high stretched across above me as a circle hidden below like a promise never broken. A reminder that I can still see the colors formed from the reflection of light passing through me. Oh radiant pages how you have brought toil for the ground and healing in your wings, no longer scorched by the heat.

My feet hidden under the waves of deflection as the sand moved between my toes. I clenched to the rock that held my balance as the pull from the current brushed violently below, failing miserably to drown me. The waves receded and I lifted my feet, turned around and kept going. Oh these pages of life, what beauty and what grief. I choose to keep going, leaving the old bittersweet pages behind me.