~Forward~

You still make my mind dance~

I twist like a broken arrow set free from a bow with a direct line of purpose~

Piercing the softness of my longing, I ascend gently grazing my fear knowing the outcome~

Where will my acceptance land? As the air splits with denial, fierce the arrow proceeds, thrusting the tip towards the end of my being~

Thoughts fire prisms whipping intention, sharp is the tongue that connects fury~

My mask bears a crooked grin, my step makes a unflinching bounce, watch as I secure my stance, I am fine alone~

Karla Arce© 12/19/08