She was always afraid to be alone
And it was for this reason
That men were drawn to her door
You can’t see her fears
You just know they are deeper than your own
And it’s a sad man who uses her
To make himself feel strong

Just below the surface
Are things we cannot know
We sense their presence
But not how deep they go
We spend so much time denying
What it is that we cannot see
Even though we know they are there

There is so much to reveal
And though we know ourselves
Somehow we don’t know it all
We search for our gifts
And yet what we are unable to achieve
Are in the things in which we believe
We are unable to revel beyond a moment
Because of the depths we fail to explore

In our noisy explosions of the failure to control ourselves
We allow the frustrations of a lifetime appear
And then we are judged by those who still remain calm
For their day has not arrived to ask for forgiveness
For being a human
For being afraid
For not being able to hold their breath
Longer than two minutes
Only to turn back
While the depths of who they are remain still

We put too much value on the past
It can stain us or sustain us
But it is gone and we allow it to exist
It becomes a dream that we summon
Either to prove ourselves
Or to make ourselves feel unworthy
For even in pain what is familiar is comfortable
And what man would live on faith when he has a past?

What will you do with the love you lost?
She is still afraid of the dark even though she loves another
Can he protect her from man?
Or from the ghosts in her womb?
For she gives birth to her fears with every sunset
And as she drowns herself in the same cup
Her lover feels lost because though he can make her smile
He cannot make her sleep soundly