Walking…

When I’m walking I always look down

Even though I want to look up
Maybe it’s cause I’m scared of tripping
I was going too fast to see.
Maybe it’s cause I just like how the ground looks.
Maybe it’s just denial.
Maybe it’s cause when I look up
I can’t tell where I’m walking
Maybe it’s cause when I look up
I’m too scared of falling.
I don’t want to slip.
When I’m walking I try to look up
Cause I feel less lost
And the view keeps me home.

 

Jenna Steves

 

Carry Me…

And suddenly those broken pieces, the ones I could never seem to find fall back into place.    Secured with your love and protection. The pieces that were once un touchable and un reachable, broken beyond repair I thought yet you came along and put them back together.   Your arms wrap around me and I feel the safety and comfort I always yearned for. The way you hug me when you know I’m falling apart as if your making sure the broken pieces are secured once again. When my legs don’t work and I cant hold myself up its almost as if your my support. My tears used to fall heavy and rapidly like a never ending river though somehow you stopped them. You took someone with baggage and broken pieces and carried them as if you’re the strongest person in the world. You carried me over the never ending puddle so I wouldn’t fall in again, you walked through it with me in your arms so I wouldn’t have to get my shoes wet. The difference between you and them is you gladly hold me up when I was to heavy for the others, and even though I’m not as strong as you are I’m always going to do my best to do the same for you. Because you and me….. were a forever kind of thing.

By: Korina Calteaux