the awareness of the time for renewal.
how empathetic.
how profound.
the only time I wish to hold pessimism in my hands.
To **** the aspiration for connection that comes from my heart.
Along with the invisible wisdom that drains me cold.
The warmth of illusion to help me feel again.
the awareness of confusion
how insincere.
how ignorant.
even when I suffer
I think of the tree I hang from and how the fruits that bear from it whisper your name.
a sense of yearning that holds the rope in place.
it evokes a quiet shift in my reality.
once more,
a different life
I’ve had to **** another version of myself for loving you.

Let my love be a lighthouse not a leash.
In silence I find clarity.
In an ocean that rations tenderness I chose to love fully;
in standing because I shall not drown.
I honor the confusion surrounding cowardice.
in liberation because finding the correct lenses to help you see clearly is senseless.
I am silenced
anchored.
restricted.
You are fear itself,
eating yourself whole
Because in your silence ego is more powerful than rejection.
Refusal that has no room in our lifetime.
You fear the narratives made by your declaratives.
In recalibration
In indecision
In soft invocation that anchors do not move unless the ocean calls them too.
In intuition, I observe
I shake the water down to the sea floor
where everything hidden is now bare.
In declaration,
I know everything you feel
In realization you may come to find;
that alignment takes time
Let my love be a lighthouse
In presence and you’ll learn to come correct
In reflection.
In strength.
In truth.
In silence.