he had broken my heart, left me scattered.
That first week of freedom in May
was frost heaves swallowing up a road
only to find a sinkhole waiting at the end.
During that summer, I stumbled,
fighting for footing. Little did I know
that summer, I would find the power
to put left in front of right, push
harder and just keep running.
The end of that summer, I played
on top of a cloud, swimming in the fluffy
whiteness of poof. I had achieved
three jobs and one, all set to hire.
I would not be holding a sign on the
side of the road after that summer.
No, I had stepped up to a managing
job of a corporation. The CEO
knew my name. This girl was ready.
For that summer, everything sparkled in sight.
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