Pleading

if only
I could still this time
forever.

Please,
Please,
Please,
Don't make me
Pierce the sun.

It's brilliant and warm.
It's almost all that is good.
And yet,
I feel like,
You're shoving a bow in my hand,
forcing me to draw the arrow back,
and take aim.

Please let me put the arrow down.
Please change the aim to the ground.
Or change the arrow to something less
sharp.

Please don't make me be the one who breaks him.

It would break me too.

Waiting Game

If not one path,
which one?

I'm still a small
small fetus,

When will I
become a swan?

Glass

I'm watching
as you're dancing in the rain
on shards of glass.

Not caring how they hurt you
Not caring how they cut me

Only caring about your dance.

But,
It's not surprising,
that when I want to dance,
you're tired and sore.

I would wear shoes
and my underwear,
but I will not join you
as you tear your feet apart.

The Moon and the Sea

I can no more push the sea
than you can,
yet the moon does it
so effortlessly.
Why can I not be like the moon?

Separation

The ground is shaking
cracking, falling,
thundering,
and across the destruction,
I see you.
We are no longer
as close
as we once were.

Am I the cause of this
Not so quiet
destruction?
Or is this
completely
natural?

Waiting

Hands dance,
around a point.
But not nearly
as fast as
they could.

Your Words

Your words hit me

Like water through sand,

Slowly,

Seemingly ineffective,

But

You don’t see,

When they slip beneath the surface,

The mess they make.