The glass of water shattering,
in my imagination and almost beyond
like everything else in so many ways
but not me, never me;
I am... the safety
I am the padding of the cell
I am the broken fuse allowing all the light to shine.
I am the possibility that smothers the fear in cradle.

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

Pain is the only healer I can befriend
Her unconventionality is my only sin
The bait and bleed
Then relief

sadness is a sea,
and on its shore I stand.
away from waters deep
feet firmly in the sand
it washes over me,
and goes away again,
a constant ebb and flow eroding who I am.