IT SEEMS.

It seems it would be easier

To crawl into a space

So assume the fetal position

To pray for another mission

To free myself from the bondage

From someone who does not

Love you enough

Who smiles falsely

Whose thoughts are of escaping

The area

The spot

The fear

The pain

The woman who brought him

To this pace

It seems it would be

Easier to leave

To give the okay

To go out and find

The person willing to and able to make the transition

My face is tired

Tears are my best friend

They me peace

A word my coon is desperately seeking

Peace

Peace

Peace Be Still

Dear Father

My soul is looking for help

It is wandering this space

It is short of and in

Kindness

Love

Happiness

Hope

Father

What do I tell the arms?

Arms that long to stretch out to hold

What do i tell my eyes?

Eyes that once glowed

With hope, enthusiasm

That now fight everyday

Just to appear as they once were

What do I tell my lips?

Lips that tried to support lips that wanted/want to engage in conversation to say I love you

But this not happening

What to do with my heart?

For it has been broken

Many more times

Than it should have

But I’m sure

Things will change

Hopefully before

I do