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.