i think i could see myself
holding fragile life
in the palms of my hands,
a reverant look upon my face
as these eyes, harrowed by
sleepless nights and unsightly sights,
gaze down upon a being
wrapped in cotton blankets
that i love more than my own life
and then i could see myself
giving it up
because i do not know how to
stay loving;
i do not know how to be gentle
and i fear turning into my own father
by becoming a father myself
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
i think i could see myself
holding fragile life
in the palms of my hands,
a reverant look upon my face
as these eyes, harrowed by
sleepless nights and unsightly sights,
gaze down upon a being
wrapped in cotton blankets
that i love more than my own life
and then i could see myself
giving it up
because i do not know how to
stay loving;
i do not know how to be gentle
and i fear turning into my own father
by becoming a father myself
i'm not old enough to worry about this yet, but now it's been brought to mind
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