Footprints

                                                 My hair whips violently against my cheeks,

Temporary blindness between every strike.

Illumination, paired with drumbeats of the sky.

Teeth erupt into violent tantrums, despite the enveloping heat.

A former emptiness, filled with the sweet satisfaction of triumph.

Salty tears, once upon a dinosaur's back, now heal the formerly unhealable.

The untouchable cheek grasping my face, a beacon of hope.

Lips so virginal, so tense with grief, relax with faith, of a world to come.

A world like my own, its only difference, harmony its priority.