You, who will drop everything for a friend,
or even an acquaintance– set aside
your plans or desires without even the slightest
look back– or thought for SELF.
She has taught you a very lopsided
version of boundaries–
barriers perhaps is a better word–
walls which are programmed to spring
into action when the fortress of your heart
is threatened. Massive monuments which
serve as reminders of pain and suffering
held captive and bound by your own
body and mind.
If you were to release your hold–
lessen the torturous grip– allow yourself
to slip down into the comfort and
warmth offered by my open arms–
what is it you’ll lose? Is there something?
Is it her?
Are you ready to let go of all the
years of painful devotion to an
unbalanced love? Who is your
self-sacrifice serving? What do you want?
Who do you want?
You cannot have her– that ship
has sailed– the lessons floating
along in the water– begging you to drag
them ashore. Pleading with you to
pick them up, dry them off, run
your hands along their edges– to know
them as you know your pain. Hold
them in your arms, as gently as you
cradle a baby– sing them to sleep as
they dissolve into the sand, running
through your fingers– their wisdom
imparted with each drop.
We have only forward to walk from here.
An extended hand and the beginning
of a journey towards a destination
entirely unknown. i am happy to have you
walk beside me– but
i refuse to drag you along.
My will is not strong enough
for the both of us–
and the tide is swelling. . .
the edges of myself 