Today I start over, with Him,
Not in the traditional sense,
As if I were tearfully saying good-bye to love or to life,
But good-bye to a life where I recognize who it is that I share this skin with,
That He and I learn to see who we are inside this form,
We will sit down over a spiritual cup 'o tea and move toward a day that we both know to be the same day,
an agreed upon day.
Not a day that leaves us both conflicted - pulled one from another,
When I am feeling one way and He another,
Then the fight ensues.
The form then suffers and begins to die.
The conflict rages,
day by day, months, then years.
The conflict can be about where we are taking our form through life,
it can be about being sad or elated,
wanting to live or die.
We both agree, He and I, that the form - with us within,
deserves more than what shows on his face,
that, which we both know, the world sees and he feels judged by.
The form, in his sadness, looking back over his shoulder in wonder,
remembering his life past,
lamenting over it,
unable to move into a new life,
because pain has put up a glass wall.
The form, with He and I within, sees a world where everyone around has great success and love abounds.
He and I within admit we have not helped to change that.
We have argued and raged.
We have been indifferent and lost.
We are guilty.
He and I have pulled the form, this physical man, apart.
He and I living within have changed this mans life, we, as the form may say, "Did not do right by him",
He and I along with the form must start over.
A day where we all, collectively, set anew.
Point the boat, sails up, in a different direction,
this time on beautiful, clear and calm waters.
A direction that has meaning.
A direction that brings as much to the form as it does to the world in which he lives.
He and I know the value that would be brought forward,
the talent,
the beauty,
the art,
the empathy and understanding.
The world, He and I within fear, does not know that he, the form, has a story.
A story of love that is timeless....
Yes, let the story be told.