It's Me

It's me
emotionally available
though you make me mentally unstable
bc stability is the ability to be the stable me
that I know.
the stallion behind the gate
ready for the race but really
just wanting to wait.
 
the next ride may not be better than the last
and the last race I won
so I know I'm second to none but reality
you fast forward my apocolyptic belief
in beautiful tragedy to serenity
If I can't settle for faith in what might be
then how can I think love is coming for me?
 
Psalms flow from my heart to the palm
of my hands
and you touched me in the most innocents of places
the truth in your words is abrasive
steadily pushing me out of complacency
 
Revelation like burning bushes in high places
like realizing I've been drunk in the matrix
like loving lies bc they feel true
like wanting more lies bc they're familiar to you.
Frailty suspends availability
preventing one from indulging in simple relationship amenties.
 
Just allow your ego a hug
Just allow your pride a kiss
Just allow your heart an elevator ride
Just allow your eyes a vision
Just allow your hips new position
Just allow your thoughts precision
 
and there I am....it's me
 
For you

 

Copyright 2010 Shelly Bell