Looking for Us.

Yeah, we're fucked up. But I happen to be as well, so I guess we'll be alright.

Her life improved dramatically

When she looked beyond the curtain

Of heavy gossamer

Her fingers looked for beauty

Under rocks, in the night

In the places she was told there

Was none.

 

Her voice rose octaves

When she screamed

That tears weren’t a weakness.

No more than bleeding was.

Simply because that made you human.

 

Made you who you are.

And in case no one

Has told you

Who you are is beautiful

 

You, my sweet, are broken

But everyone is

So why don’t we all

Just promise to hold each other gently?

 

Why, as we grow older,

Can we not hold a friend’s hand?

Find simple reassurance in the

Brokenness of another?

 

Why are we stupid,

She came to ask.

Why can we not process our own

Fragile tendencies

That fact that your body is a sapling

 

Your arms are as small as twigs

The wind can push you down,

There is no need for another tree to try.

 

So she thinks to leave, until whispers

Of uncertainty, tell her it’s too hard.

But let me share a secret

Leaving is only hard until you go

Then it’s the easiest thing

You’ve ever done.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Honest opinion (: thank you!

Reviews

[Steve]

You are an excellent writer! I love the picture included too. It really fits. Your vocab is impressive..your words captured my attention.

[Seshat Nidaba]

I like the vulnerability unmasked in this, it's more intimate and personal somhow than some of the ones I've read of you in the past. More autobiographical?