P.H.
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-bye
Good riddance.
This poem is about:
Me