[homebound I Step Forward] Poem by Lenny Camacho

homebound I step forward
following back my tracks
among the mist and the fog
that relentlessly veil the horizon
where I might find some motivation
to keep on going back.
however, that isn't so bad;
somehow such is unbreaking my soul.

I am animalistic in nature.
Tribal. I am a man of my peoples.
I feel cannibalistic at times
when I pretend I eat my soul
for sport while I stab old wounds
with every key stroke.
a few times past I have eaten my hands
for mere survival.

I feel I hate myself no more.
I feel I feel no remorse.
My memories walk me through
rooms filled with empty faces,
empty hands, empty hearts, empty heads.
the air is stuffy in every room.
where my heart should beat
there is a tiny bird fluttering and screeching.
Tiny little red bird has become my heart.
My muddy ruined heart has become a tiny little red bird.
I know not which became which,
but I am glad it happened that way.

Now as I follow my footstep back
into my primal state,
I am not alone.
My hands may be empty,
but my heart is not empty anymore.