beneath it all –
even below the ever growing pile of discontent…
layered,
ever so patiently –
my – defense –
(scar-tissue effect).
time passes;
and just as quickly as a borrowed breath – returned,
this now,
becomes our was…
what of it,
then?
false hope clinging in vain to should?
if we are less than everything allowed,
why – be – at all?
oh! i suppose there could be desire to rise above,
even birds with broken wings
never forget how it feels to fly…
standing too close to the edge 