10-Line Tuesday

December 3, 2013

mark
 
Don’t tread so softly. Leave a trace for once. Drop breadcrumbs on the trail
so they know where to find you. Make a hard splash in the waves.
Carve a deep groove in the sand. Write your name in window fog. Wail
into the blindness of a black night. Smash your fist so hard on a table the legs
shake and your drink spills. Not because you are furious. Not because
you are bearing the weight of everything you lost. But because you are here,
occupying space and time, turning your allotment of days into a thread of stories
you are still weaving. Make yourself known. Take a breath and clear
your voice from the camouflage of things. Place the single mark 
of a fingerprint into the earth. Purge your light from the anonymous dark.