Stepping On Hearts

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It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me

Materially

They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending

Grief

The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me

From 3 years in the future …

Dipping my toes into my serene pool in the backyard. I just had it done, and it looks perfect with turquoise tile at the bottom, and frosty white lights at night. It is the best place to see the view of the ocean right here. I’m draped on the steps by the infinity edge, and see the stark white of the rocks absorb the waves as they splash the glass fence around our yard. The moonlight illuminates the ripples in the vast water below as it shines on the silver specks in the paint of the steps. (To Be Continued..)