Thu, 06/16/2016 - 13:52 -- Hush.

Covered by doubt

And cradled by love.


Slapped by reality

And stitched by expectations


Caged by his voice

Swallowed by his hurt.


Running on a track

That never seemed to work

So many dips and rocks along the way

That I prayed that so new pavement would come my way


Levels changed but reality did not.

Trust killed me

Love killed me

My mind was swimming in a pool full of wine.


What was worst?

reality or my fear?

I couldn’t run

I couldn’t walk

I tried crawling

But instead got stomped


We waited hand and hand

Foot by foot

Until the river ran dry



Good riddance.

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