stepping stones

they are called fortresses. i build them. i build them around my heart. around my head. around my mind. my versatility intrigues me. how easily i am able to slip into those creases. how swiftly i can change according to the outlines they give me. i am a shape shifter. night dweller. heart sweeper. deliriously enchanting. to the mouth and to the mind. no one can ever hope to see who i really am. no one can ever rely on my will to stay. i am here today and gone tomorrow. what rushes through my mind, goes through my mind. like speeding cars down a racetrack. but grace amazing takes its rush down my field. it takes its run down my yard. and it helps me to breathe. it helps my roots take their grip. and because of its presence, because of its love, because of the freedom it assures me with, i am here to stay. indeed, i am here to stay for good. even until tomorrow.