Amid the anger and tension,
something I forgot to mention…
just a simple truth or two,
words I’ve spent before on you,
And since I seem to fade away,
things between you and me remain,
always, a thing:
unclean – unchanged…
thunder rolling ahead of rain,
this sense of solid certainty,
on my word, will die with me,
hard-wired deep within my brain,
A treasure chest in my rib cage,
you are woven into my destiny…
A truth at rest inside of me,
Until the Gods show me differently,
You can look for me,
and here I always am,
it’s my pleasure
to bear your pain.
Can I fill your palm with trinkets taken away,
from the struggles I’ve come through to get here today?
Can I trail along behind every step that you take?
Can I open my chest and show you the mess that you’ve made?
Try to drive home to you all the notions abound,
like feathery thoughts gently showering down,
can I stay beside you now?