incidental

yet so real –

to not be seen,

in ones recovery…

enigmatic as sight

must seem,

to one who cannot see!

how did the great,

become –

recumbent,

good?

night used to shower us in starlight;

prelude to morning sun…

ostentatious as full-moon!

but now,

there is no hole in the shroud of darkness…

and finding our – selves –

all alone,

intensifies the insecurity…

life raft – lost at sea.

addiction,

without the comfort of –

an addict!

mis-conception.

intent,

mis-construed…

what can you possibly possess

to conquer the threat of complacency

when burning bridges remove even the rumor of retreat?

stranded now, in the light –

how will you hide your insecurity?

you truly believe in clarity –

life free from the obnubilation of despair?

indignant, 

you have become –

consumed by your obtrude self-deprecation.

un-justified –

un-worthy.

insignificant as light,

to one that cannot see…

safe –

you think –

behind your wall of – why,

hiding from no one –

but – yourself…

is it the light you flee?

afraid to – see?

or rather,

to be seen?

so easily you cling to presume,

as if it were your shield,

completely – unaware –

the truth you fear

merely shackles you with regret –

blinds you from seeing,

it is that which ultimately,

sets you free.

oh my duplicitous Pygmalion!

while you were sleeping,

i was years away…

… trapped,

as you would say –

contained within my pre-assembled tomb of ambiguity.

but there is where i find –

i,

my – me…

and while you walk in circles

around my truth,

expecting walls of nonchalance to crumble,

i smile –

free of your contagious animosity…

how simply –

archaic!

your words,

so fervent in their request to be my savior –

however,

your eyes do not invite –

and your clinched fists can never hold these trembling hands…

i long to be the – oh –

the – wow –

exhilarating gasp of – awe,

in an otherwise quiet room!

to be that –

suspect,

that –

even remotely – considered.

to be –

consumed –

as breath –

entering in –

and back out again.

unassuming,

yet essential –

inasmuch as believe,

to dream…

you are that –

Deity –

on which i hang

(effortlessly)

my hope.

demagogue to champion compassion.

and i –

your willing martyr!

white –

black –

defined by labels –

pigeon-holed by circumstance…

absurd,

the very notion,

character defined merely from sight!

i choose –

instead –

to look beyond pigmented-boundaries –

beneath the surface,

you and i are much the same…

indignant –

it would be of me,

to look at you and only see a color –

skin can be so thin,

stretched much too tight –

unable to protect the heart from barbs of prejudice…

i seek a life less cumbersome,

devoid of hate,

where you and i could contemplate our feelings –

free to follow paths defined by hearts,

unrestrained by paradigms of ethnicity,

or race!

unable –

sad word –

thrown carelessly into the wind…

inability –

chosen –

not a consequence,

rather,

a decision…

you take from me all that you need –

leave hulls of hope scattered on the floor –

and i am just too weak from wanting more

to sweep,

or even care!