Promise

Promise was a paralytic

That you kept in his state of fear and loneliness

You put him on a diet of lettuce and love

You wrapped him up in blankets for little ones

Warmed him with your hands

For you had nothing else to hold him

You gave him the reassurance that

You were sent not to destroy...

Restore.

 

I could just let this lesson close

But I guess I’m having a hard time getting there

Some stupid fool hit me in my legs and left me on the road

I was dumb enough to cross alone

Now, scurrying; cowering in the cold

But I was fine, you know?

Until you met me there...

Shoes stood beside my ears

Hips I couldn’t see made one such as thee

Arch forward, reaching out to keep your promise

Made beyond what embolden lines put me behind

And you were not really looking to find

With your cautious, warm hands

Both saying life on this crumbled asphalt is not where it began

 

Promise was as broken as eggshells

Here lies pieces of what was once a whole being

Was it fertile?

Did the rooster crow?

If so, did he love hen?

And what’s the deeper question is

One day will we be whole?

All coiled together in harmony and linked by a white cord,

For we are more than our battered and broken souls?

 

We are tired

Because we are so much more

We are promised

And promise’s passion to restore

Assures it will turn fools into gold