My eyes blink from the well of teardrops.
I haven’t been here in so long.
I knocked myself off the pedestal;
I willingly bolted off the cliff.
I’m standing alone in my prairie,
Only wind and my heart guide me.
The sages stand silent, observing.
“You have it in yourself,” they say.
I have reached this far in my journey.
There are many paths in the corn fields;
Retreat to the trees or gallop across the road.
The deer feet carry me to shelter.
I must rest awhile, gather the strips of wisdom.
I feel naked and unstable, but like the fawn
I must quickly stand up again or hide in the shadows.
My soul reappears, and I now know the ways.
© 2018 Valerie Hathaway