Canyons

Written to both describe how I'm feeling and hopefully win in a contest.

 

I’ve got me a canyon

It sits at the edge of here and the Web

and the phone

and the text

And at the far end

I can barely make out a guy

standing

            sweating

                        with a shovel

Leaning on the backbone that justifies this huge chasm

To keep away the pain

 

And he looks at me and knows that I’ll be safer

            (supposedly)

And we exchange glances but can’t interact

or react

                        the way we would

Before he put away so much effort

To keep me away from him

            harm

            shunning

                                   what I already feel

 

Just because I’m judged for spanning the distance

via fragile bonds

easily converted to lies

He thinks that I’ll tread on the same transparent glass twice

And he can’t stand to see me bleed

 

So he stands his vigil

Across the distance he created

            that saps his energy

                        and disheartens him

And doesn’t take into account

            that I’m hurting too

                        that I’m suffering more

than I did when cut by the glass

 

Cause I keep trying to jump that canyon

but he keeps reminding me of the distance

            and refusing me passage

even though both of us are suffering

and the glass has long since been swept under the rug.

He wants to keep me safe

and justifies this penance by thinking I’ll be safer.

 

I don’t want safe.

 

I want unbridled passion

a love incomparable to anything we’ve seen before

            two people united by fate

                        and providence

            And I’m willing to take a chance

to tell lies

to forget.

 

Someday I’ll take a day to myself and weave.

Weave a tight-knit bridge

and toss it with a shout into his fortress

And once I’m there

 

I’ll draw my sword

and take him on in a one-on-one battle

            logic versus logic

and I’ll upset the sword from his grasp

            and he’ll accept my cry for help

           and be relieved

 

 

           because he wanted it all along.