The Canyons

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

I sit silent listening to the echoes, unsure as to whether they are from the rocks that have fallen, or from the thoughts which fill my mind.  Tossing another stone, I cock my head, feeling the sounds resonate deep within me.  Long after the sounds fade, the thrum within me remains.  And how many have tread across the canyons of my mind, my heart, my soul?  I gaze inward, sensing the path of the multitudes which have passed, and the array of colors which their passage has wrought intrigues.  From the dark hues of the turbulent times, to the delicate shades of those whom I have loved.  And yet one among them stands out, bright and sure it travels unerringly through the hazards, roaming at will along the paths, all of which lead to my heart.  For this one, I scatter the stones of doubt.  For this one, I shall scale the treacherous walls.  For this one I shall risk a deadly fall into the depths.  And yet my heart is safe, for it is she who carries it.