This Wood is Different.

Under my feet
this wood
feels so different.
My bare
feet lay
on the smooth
wood.
It is morning.
So the wood is
cool.
But not
so cold
you would
need shoes.
The air
blowing
around my toes
and ankles
feels so
calming.
Not like
the wood
on a hot
August afternoon.
At
first you will
step on it and
the heat
would
feel good.
After awhile
you would
feel it burn your
feet.
It would paralyze you.
You know
you should
move,
but you
will not.
I remember
The dust
in the air
and my
feet burning
on that
old wood.
Its nice
when you can
look back
for just
a moment.
Just a
second,
letting those old
memories
drift back.
I let them.
Because I am
stronger
now.
They are
part of me.
Part of how
I got to this
new wood.
But this
wood is
different.
Its my
spot,
my place
and as the
gentle
breeze
moves
around me
I am
reminded
that for
the first time
in years
I am
indeed
Safe
and
Loved.