Bare Poetry

Bare footed

I am learning to walk again

Like a child

Who fumbles with each step

I remain diligent

I remind myself

What I am made of

And why I have came

I’m not meant to walk a path

That’s been cleared

And neatly maintained

No,

I’m meant to lose myself

In a wild, dense forest

With no shoes

And no sense of balance

I’m meant to fall to my knees

To bow down to the great mystery

Breathless

Defeated

But grateful

& trusting

I am meant to rise onto 2 feet

Root down into the earth

Allow my emotions to water me

The wind to give me breath

And the sun to feed me

Nourishing warmth

I will grow tall

Wise

& humble

My arms will raise up

And open wide

Embracing the disasters

& miracles

The offerings of life

I’ll sway

For centuries

And at last

I’ll gain the knowledge

& understanding

Only known by the trees

And I’ll be at peace

But for now

I remain a toddler

Oblivious in mind

But tenacious in heart

I’ll make my way…

Through a deranged jungle

While lacking stability

This is how I’ll discover my destiny

Because I know what I am becoming

And I know what I am made of:

My feelings are made of Water

& my dreams are made of Air

My body is made of Earth

But my spirit is made of Fire

Josie Blue Rohde – find me on instragram