Why do you feel so small,
So invisible
My
Love
When the sun and the moon
Await their turn to see you smile?
Each
Often prolonging the inevitable
Journey back
To the edge of the horizon
For fear of losing sight
Of
You.
Why do you feel so small,
So invisible
My
Love
When the sun and the moon
Await their turn to see you smile?
Each
Often prolonging the inevitable
Journey back
To the edge of the horizon
For fear of losing sight
Of
You.
It
Wasn’t one big fall.
It was gradual.
A slight slip here.
A trip there.
Hands missing the railing,
Reaching and flailing.
Words left
Unattended,
Frightened inside.
Smiles left unshared.
Passing by averting eyes.
Little by little.
Skirting around the edges of hurt.
Vulnerabilities slowly
Caged and protected.
Until you found yourself
Eye
Level
With the
Dirt.
Behind these walls
There is a sadness beyond words.
There are screams no one hears.
There is a sickness without a
Cure.
Outside these walls
There are smiles etched in stone.
There are thousands of people where one still feels
Alone.
Somewhere in the middle,
The answers lie.
Somewhere in the middle,
There is you and I.