To be?
Or not to be?
A slave who seeketh heavenly aimer!!!

For shalt I dare?

Still waiting in limbos fate!

Standing here, between two walls
Doors, unnumbered, crowd the hall
Behind each door a secret kept
Of fears, of lies, of tears been wept
Portals each to different worlds
Lessons learned from little girls
Listen as the truth unfolds
Tales untold of a *wounded soul

The body
I want
exists
through the veil of blood that spiderwebs above my eyelids.

The soul
I so desire
screams out like nails on a chalkboard, across my vanes-
and alone, underneath the cupboard drawer.

The human
I loved
hides underneath my larynx
and rests so heavily upon my soul.

It is the monster under my bed
but, I am no longer five so-
I assume night lights are out of the question.

I want to take a dive in to your psyche
Tread past every memory and thought
Ride the tides of your emotions
And every tsunami you've ever sought

I want to take a deep breath and immerse,
Propel myself to your ocean floor
Where the darkness and the unknown
Has always existed but was never explored

Face the truth.
Face the reality.
As you send some flowers too, the girl who loves you.

Recognize her.
Just surprise her.
Write a poem of two, to the girl that loves you.

Nothing amazed a woman to know of her importance to her man.
Here she will understand just why you call her woman.

So hold her hand.
Don't be a timid man.
Hiding behind a created image.

Say it out loud.
Even explain it to your child.
Why you do what you do?
For the woman that loves you.

So deeply.
So completely.
So sweetly.
So uniquely.