I cannot will myself aright like some buoy at sea, tempest tossed but never sunk and always guiding.
We do not live in fairy tales.
I will not say all the words that mark my boundaries,
the sounds of my soul I did not know how to share.
First to last, each breath is a risk.
Learning once again that I have legs and can stand,
I have heart and can feel, spirit to love.
We thrive in private fairy tales.
I don my mask before turning to affix yours to your face,
but what I hold is extra, you were never really there.
I remain silenced in these dreams.
It was only when I walked away could I see
that I had barely been walking at all and only in your direction.
Now I'm standing still, forwards in reverse.
And you are like some chain linked fence -
both towards me and away like an unspoken I love you.
We breath each risk like a fairy tale, like I love you.
Good to see you active again.
I like your story/ poem very much. Gave me the chills
I appreciate that a lot - Didn't mean to give you the chills, guess an extra jacket or blanket is needed to read this stuff haha
Hehe 😉
Nah...it is probably because it is really good
Yo bro! You still got them chops :o)
Meesterboom! Thanks mate, still got them woes too I guess
Can't have one without the other ;0)
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