I walked the black ice streets today, and I took the long way just because. I sort of defied nature's danger, stomping atop the frozen glaze in my spike-heeled ankle boots. I was on a mission, looking ahead, a soundtrack meeting my mood somewhere in between my ears.
Then I got to the busy part of the street and the cars blew my hair and my coat as they zipped too quickly and slipped through red-lit intersections, tails swerving, tires spinning. Dangers, dangers were all around, but I kept my pace. I kept my focus.
There all of you were, lining the opposite side of the street, like meager ghosts of the past, unable to release your zombie-like grasp on my spirit. You ogled my life and my way of stepping on ice, and you beckoned me to remember what you had done, the hurt you caused, the ways I had to overcome. But I would not. I was on a mission, looking ahead, a soundtrack meeting my mood somewhere in between my ears.
Even still, the world is madness and chaos and it swirls around you. Life is not fair and people are unjust and every day you're in the thick of it.
So I can stomp right through with my spiked heels; and I can drown out noise with the music playing in my head; but my eyes cannot help but see. My heart cannot help but break. On days when I walk this emotional line, even a sliding car can make my stomach pound and my breath stop or bring tears to my eyes. Or maybe that's just the creeping memories of a once shattered heart and how your mocking laughter rang.
There are dangers, dangers all around, but I try to keep my pace. I try to keep my focus.