The Journey
The long slow drag of a thought
Like bare skin over concrete
Knowing and tearing at my mind
Creeping through the valleys of my cortex
Searching for the dawn that has not yet rose
Sweet drops of hope fall on my face
Rolling across my skin and seeping in between my lips
The scent of lavender and freedom rise into my nose
As my eyes dilate my thoughts roll back many moons
With a cool night breeze sliding between my fingers
I raise my hands to the sky and whisper thank you
Back in the desert
Back in the now
The sun blisters my back on the way out
As the sand burns and swallows my feet
I tread on
I whisper thank you
For I still have time to find the horizon
And you have not given up on me
