Trust In The Flow Of Words

 

Pushing 

through 

the salty

turquoise door

the debris

of who 

I used to be

float in

the waters 

below. 

Black

Boat-Tailed 

Grackles 

sing to me

that I should

return home. 

Anxiousness

swims in 

my belly

as I hold

on to

this wink. 

Gray is

what the

world 

sees 

when I

am bright

pink.

Balancing

on the wire

as the ocean

wind 

pushes

through. 

Footsteps 

mingle with 

rubber over

the bridges

to get me

back home.

Trusting 

in the flow

of words,

I write

in

pink.