Mandala

Narrow path of forest-green pebbles
brushes through the soles of my feet -
red and calloused.
Boxed in a small room, empty,
darkened by the leaves of time
colored by tears tearing
the walls of a wisened face,
of an already-broken heart.
Filled-up,
light and free,
I laugh my heart out.
In my solitude.
In silence.