* Foot Prints On the Heart

A day comes when you know the many people that have come and gone have left you with many foot prints on your heart. The foot print treads imprinted deep on the heart of one looking at life differently through eyes, open now wide taking everything in. Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing nothing but the ugliness life once held. Escaping through the boarded up, windows sealed with black paint. Seeing the beauty all around embracing, all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge, when wet holds all that it has soaked in. releasing only when squeezed out. The foot prints of the many people who, have come and gone are the sponges within her heart, squeezing out only the, ones which held her captive for so long. Others, she keeps tucked away within, remembering all of them who have passed. Their foot prints impacted on the heart of, the one now with eyes wide open.