The Softest Path
By colleen
My path is made of sand,The soft, white kindThat feels like Heaven on barefeet.Every once in awhileThere's a bumpy part,Just as I'm skipping through the sandLike a child,A broken shell Jumps into my foot,Sending loud screams all overAs tears stream down my face.But somehow,The blood stopsAnd I keep walking,A little more cautious this timeAlways looking aheadWith suspecting eyesKnowing how misleading The sand can be.And my barefoot sinks deep into freezing sand,Sending chills down my barelyClothed body.I try to dance around the snow,But it's all over.My feet become numbUntil the welcoming warm sunBrings me back home,Back to my warm sandThat feels like Heaven to my feetAnd i giddily smile,As though I just fell in love for the first timeAnd I just can't explainHow great it isTo be home. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 02:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My path is made of sand,The soft, white kindThat feels like Heaven on barefeet.Every once in awhileThere's a bumpy part,Just as I'm skipping through the sandLike a child,A broken shell Jumps into my foot,Sending loud screams all overAs tears stream down my face.But somehow,The blood stopsAnd I keep walking,A little more cautious this timeAlways looking aheadWith suspecting eyesKnowing how misleading The sand can be.And my barefoot sinks deep into freezing sand,Sending chills down my barelyClothed body.I try to dance around the snow,But it's all over.My feet become numbUntil the welcoming warm sunBrings me back home,Back to my warm sandThat feels like Heaven to my feetAnd i giddily smile,As though I just fell in love for the first timeAnd I just can't explainHow great it isTo be home...."