great growth

there is an open road in front of me, steps from my feet. crooked. covered in dead roots,  uneven. overhead hang branches that triple my age. their arms, extensions, create a stained glass canopy. light filters down upon my path. it is misty and uneven.   bright and in every angle promising. 


i tell my feet to jump. to skip. to inch. but they remain still. fixed in the dirt. not stuck. not unwilling. just still. it is as if they are controlling all actions/reactions within me. telling my heart how to beat. telling my breath how to pause & exhale. telling my mind to stop, think. they are wise feet, as we have walked many miles together. 


there is an open road in front of me, steps from my feet. it is never dark there. it always carries on. movements play within it's space. my eyes dart rapidly around, trying to take it all in. trying to see what i am suppose to see. trying to maintain the focus forward. 


i tell my feet to jump. to skip. to inch. but they remain still. i stand still before it. for the first time feeling alright with my inability to move forward. but with my knowledge that i am not looking back. i am still at this time. i am breathing. i am looking forward.