I haven’t an answer
when told by constant
listeners,
It’s time to …
What if we still
believe we are fighting a battle
that no one might defeat,
a war with ourselves.
How can we possibly …
Our hearts are finite
they bleed only so deep
and then
we deny those we believe
hold us under their mystery.
They are that mystic
standing on the corner
watching you cross the street,
always waiting,
always knowing.
Hold strong
your self-righteous nature.
You wear it well,
only now she cries,
she knows how lost you are
so many circles,
causes forgotten about,
fears are reminders
to ask
for another day
another trial,
forgiveness.