…ice skating on water

…tonight i watched the grace of togetherness amongst the others in passing-

and tonight i feared the art of trusting it against me, and cried-

but no one knew,

but no one heard-

as my fear to trust exceeds convincing words, so they fail to even become,

convincing words-

as i am beyond the psychological state of ptsd;

preparing my skin for intense abandonment-

trying to survive a void that God did not intend-

that humans have sketched into earths form-

still trying to figure out if my empathetic depth is a curse, or a beautiful addition-

while still praying to find the boaz that possesses the same-

but it’s like ice skating on water-

like using metal poles for laces-

and sand castles for bleachers-

why oh why do we toy with love?

why are we so careless

with the next best thing to air-

why?

…why? 😔

kb.