Skipping

You envy

How my steps

Are helium.

I once

Was jealous

How my friend was carelessly carefree,

And after several years,

I saw the greenest strings,

How tight her parents' thousands

Held her up

So high from off the ground.

I've hardly pennies,

And I know you wonder,

Squinting for threads

Around my shoulders and my waist.

It's not the same.

Instead I've watched it all take flame

And crumble down

To ash

So many times.

I always find a narrow road

That leads through blood and shit,

Through loneliness,

To a painful, slow

Rebirth.

It isn't cash or credit

Or inheritance.

I've stood and walked from rubble

Quite enough

To specialize in traveling

With little in my threadbare pockets,

Lightly,

Barely touching earth.

- 9/25/25