Awaken

Cold stone path teetering
Between life and death;
Feet dangling upon ledges
Of circumstance,
Gently tiptoeing cool relief
Of roads paved
With good intentions.
Caught between winds of change
And gravitational pull
Of familiarity.
Lost to a path felt
But never seen;
Torment of days is an
Elusive daydream.

© Sabree Koonce 2016