The Confines of You
I only feel free in the confines of you.
When in absolute solidarity,
I'm fenced in by--thoughts--anxieties
Labeled: love, future, self.
Then you walk in
Angry with all of the disappointments of the world
Disappointments often overlooked by normal folk:
Lack of kindness, skill, consideration.
I am consumed by your presence
By your existential outlook on what is
And what should be.
Suddenly it seems my thoughts
My pain, my sadness, my joy
Are not restrictions
They are not the shotty qualities that must be
Rewired, reworked, fixed...
They make me more human.
Magnificant uncertainties and vulnerabilities
Pour forth
Tearing flesh from soul until I am but air.
The planks fall back, and I become nothing and everything
All at once.
And for you, it seems so easy.
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