Hello. I Have a Few Questions. And There Are Some Things I'd Like to Say.

Did you ever wonder

why it took me so long to fall?

Did you ever look at my eyes

and wonder what web of

confusion, doubt, hurt, hesitation

existed and want

to exist behind it?

Could you see my pain, and

did your compassion almost

rule your flesh?

It’s ok if you didn’t.

I flit around, and with one wave of my magic wand,

wispy silver dances in the air,

and suddenly you are not in the same place,

though we haven’t moved.

I’m a handful.

But your hands are strong-

they can hold my writhing soul

and still have a hand left over to hold mine.

I don’t care if they are dirty-

it’s your becoming.

Don’t give up on me-

I only saw the fireworks yesterday.

July 5, 2013