Slippery Salvation
Snap
Another nail breaks
And not in a way a princess breaks her nail
sliding her credit card out of her monogramed wallet
Or by using her finger as as shoehorn, driving her
pumice-smoothed, manicured foot into a pair of
Red sole/soul shoes
one size too small
But in a way a warrior who is hanging on for dear life
dangling off the edge of a cliff
Channels every ounce of her being
every will to live into grouding her 8 fingers and two thumbs into the jagged rocks
as her bloodied and bruised, callused souls/soles search through the darkness
for grounding, for support, for a ledge
in order to push/pull herself to safety/sercurity
With that snap, another nail bed is exposed
another drop of blood/life drips from her body/soul
But no pain crosses the landscape of her face
only a serene glow covers its surface
For every second she hangs on to that cliff
she is a second closer to life, love and liberty
she is a second closer to realizing that one word
One word will result in the hardness of her belly being pressed
against the softness of the grass at the edge of this cliff
One word will lead to the realization of her goals
without the sacrifice of her dignity, or her warrior pride
