Metaphor
Because to touch the wound directly is far too painful.
Fragile
Dis-ease of the soul.
Atrophy of breath.
Brittleness of hope.
Exile of the self.
And yet still this heart beats.
Heavy
Put it upon me.
What’s too much for you.
I got you.
Oh but wait,
I forgot about…..me.
Rise
Breathe life back into me.
The way dawn cracks
The sky open wide with
Painted colors we have
No words for yet.
Kissing the earth’s
Horizon passionately at
her awakening.
Hope
An accessory of possibility.
I only wear it when I’m alone.
When I’m with you,
I already know it doesn’t match my outfit.
Courage
To release what you want me to be,
And open doors to find my
Little me.
Patience
She’s been waiting for me.
To come back and get her.
Promises of years ago.
I only now have the strength for
The journey.
Gratitude
For all the walls she built.
To keep us safe.
She carried me.
Union
United we tear down
The walls
and know safety is
In our bond instead.
Behavior
is a language.
You speak into me with your immobility.
You are the mountain I can’t move.
I once was tethered to you,
Until I looked into my own hand
And saw the key.
So I fly now over the
Mountain that tried to bury
Me.
Soft whispers hushed
Sprout into
Screams that split the sky open wide.
Tiny little hurts we hide.
Disease entire hearts to stone.
If only I knew.
Choosing you,
Meant losing me.
In the end we see and
We learn slowly we are on the longest way back home.