Toes

Steps in the woods within the mind
among fallen trees of dreams,
where innocence first skinned its shins
and angels lost their wings.

Still feeling the pain
of stubbed toes incurred
when trying to upon a mountain
built by the promises of those trusted.

Seasons passed and having walked so far,
yet lured again to that forest
that once help the magic of hope,

Now, visit clad in shoes,
which give nakedness a leathery strength
so you stand on that brook
filled with tears from violated visions,
they help to buffer from the remembered pains,
though the scars still hurt,
but returning gives them
a sense of healing.