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