a Quilt woven with Patient hands
that should have kept us warm
you can look through the holes
to remind yourself of what could have been
a Teaspoon of bitter Jealousy
mixed into our hearts
so we could know what others have
but not have it for ourselves
a Murmur Expresses your true self
it's muffled by the hand crafted picture frame
that's hung for the passer-by to gaze at
nothing more or less that perfection
a Path taken with Poignancy
the awareness it was wrong
but choosing to trudge together
rather than stride alone
an Action Forgone in favor of keeping the peace
suffocated and stifled in unspoken rules
all of them backwards and inside out
no questions permitted and no explanations given
a Zebra at peace in the Oases
black and white crashing with bright scenery
pictures that don't quite match
yet no one mentions it
a Sword Acquired through Judgement
sharpened on both sides for our sins
yet I am the only one bleeding
stabbed from behind and through the heart