it appears your world can be quite astonishing
once you to claw your way out of
the swamp of dysfunction.
your sleep needn't be grieving.
you can be light: you are light.
you are the simple, graceful epitome
of being human,
and you do not deserve the ache of it.
the thread of tragedy has yet
to stifle the beauty within
or the tint in your eyes
that finds itself tucked away.
your dream to fly never really goes away,
but here you have those feet that keep you grounded
to this earth you wish had the same love for you
as you do for her.
the woodwork around your beating heart
does not hold the carvings of your misfortunes,
for it is the bearer of a far more frightful tale:
the tale of eye meeting eye
for the first, second, last time.
of adoring limbs meeting the unfound,
seawater on soft skin, red-hot flesh,
sips of courage and cups of stars,
the grace wrapped around your fingers
as you melt away under the beam of a sky
that sees and forgives all.
a promise at sundown, the morning after.
starving, indulging, knowing and being known.
you will be known.
