For many years
finding,
well, standing
on a ledge
a metaphor,
a concrete landing,
a body of water below
the only reason not to left in the moment,
and the beat goes on …
Spoken so many times,
such are the rooms
of a broken heart,
those epiphany drawn meetings
altogether now,
suggesting only one thing,
to live,
to move beyond the shallow pain
fill our soul with love.
Have you ever wondered,
really,
have you taken the time,
the action beyond a wish,
did you ever
stop for a moment
feel the rain against your cheek,
and remember,
it was like this,
we felt this
we both wanted,
this.
Oh God help me,
if words could let me see,
if I might never walk again,
I could at least
believe.
Yet tonight,
standing on that ledge,
watching fiction exist all around me,
I haven’t the strength
to let anyone else decide
something,
I have to …
I wish I knew I could speak beyond my sin.
