Keep The LIne

Lines of an Unwritten Poem WIP

Deep in the Canyon

Before heading down to the bottom, I gazed over the top.

The wind and weather sending shivers deep through my chest.

I trekked to the bottom, bounding down steep trails, struggling to keep balance, my fingers gripped limbs.

I became lost. Like you new I would. Wiggling through trails I made myself.


I hid from you deep in the ???? bushes once. My heart beating w/ fear while your flashlight scanned the perimeter. I was certain you saw me. your voice throwing insults and threats.

I crouched beneath the ???tree and waited.

I made all theses paths. The weather beaten signs directed those new to the area.

Low self Esteem trail
You will never make it trail
The trail of a thousand I hate yous.

At the bottom, the stream is thin, narrow, shallow. A silvery film swims through the soft flowing water. Remnants. Or is it residue.