Stitch Unpicker

Fraying

and I can't seem to stop

and the words I want to come
fail

unravelling

and still I smile

and live with "I am fine"

and this is too hard

From quiet beginnings

Barefoot
Underneath his feet
An earth which has
Bore down
Upon his unbridled soul
And carved out it’s name
Into the hollows
Of night
Till he was
Brought to his knees
By a ghost of the present
A scrabble in the dirt
Until he feels the grains
Of passing time etched
In his faltering hands
The place marked by
Nothing more than
Salt and water
Before that too fades away
And his feet are
Unsheathed
Like they are waiting
To be washed
By a greater being
Where then in the eyes of the world
Will he truly be equal
Not barefoot
Or humble.

Two sides of the same

I have hated you from the moment you entered my life,
Fought, tooth and nail, to keep your thoughts at bay,
Imprisoned you when all you could do was plead for mercy
And buried you far beneath my consciousness,
Never to speak your name.

And yet,
Somehow,
We end up here, in this place, with you stood at my side.
My right hand man.
My right hand shadow.
Casting anarchy into the mix,
Questioning every choice that I have ever made
Then leaving me to pick up the pieces when it all goes to hell.

And we have gone to hell, you and I,
Punishment,
Or reward?
Take your pick
Because on some days they don’t seem that far apart
But I feel you are exactly, precisely, where you planned to be,
Pushing,
As I pretend that I can lead.

I have loved you from the moment you entered my life.

A small truth

Bathed under glistening diamonds,
Caught in the faint shadow
Of a watching moon,
I shelter under your protection,
Kept safe.

I want to stay this way forever.

But that word is a lie
And those who use it
Speak of a truth they do not know
And cannot hold.

Washed clean
I cling to the light you have
Left behind.