25 Days of Reflection Before turning 25
Day 16. Understanding. Perspective. Freewrite
The bull rages towards us only seeing
red like busted knuckles kissing a brick wall
Ravaging the dirt, running blindly
horns like aggression
roars like hurt
I am no matador
I do not wear ruby slippers or scarlet lips.
today I wear the sky.
I wear open and light
sun made for the horizon
unclench your eyes.
Do you see it?
The different shades bleeding through the red?
can you feel it?
There is no anger here.
There is no accusation here.
There are no knives or weapons.
Only open palms.
I will not hug the bull,
I will let it free.
Maybe one day it will know