I was walking, when I felt something behind me,
or prickling within me,
it doesn’t really matter how it’s dressed up.
But a contradiction lies here.
We must address our shortcomings,
our tensions,
and broken hearts –
to be better,
somewhere
where worse doesn’t exist.
You’ll start so sure in your elevator pitch,
before realising the images are transparent.
Oddly though, they’re no less important
– I think that’s worth trying, to never forget.
So having said that,
I’ll leave you with this.
The love in:
a candle’s soft glow,
a blanket of silence,
and hugging one’s knees,
Our tears for no one,
and then, a surrender.
to Yourself. and Them, and This,
to God,
or Love,
and then –
there’s nothing else.
