Treading Lightly
I lather up all my memories
and shave my face at its edges
utilizing blade and steel
to cut tiny hair stalks
away
underneath to
reveal
a new me
with perhaps also
tiny blood stains
etched into that new face
and braced
in the mirror-glow
I look at the new me
there
making my daily vow
to make the newly-shaven me
shine this day
better than yesterday
and I part the new day
with the sideways slant
I recognize as my smile
and conclude
sure each day
someone
or something
has given me morning sun
to do something with.
And all my doubts fly
and I say
'whatever that can be will be'
as I close my mirror vanity
leaving through the door
to venture out
to the day's destiny,
treading lightly
in the morning
misty sun.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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