The maple tree in front of the blue box,
being stared by wild, weary and wistful eyes of mine,
is the witness to the unknown ease of newly looted freedom,
obtained by causing pain to your golden heart.
Every word, every move made forward into the red, burning maple leaf is like a spade being peirced forward to the pure and generous heart of yours.
This cold freedom numbs me, and the heat in me that once throbbed to warmth and welcome is slowing sapping out.
Scared of this alienated me, me alienating our beloved love,
it is sanity and integrity of my existence slipping out of the scarce surlp of life which was left of me.
All I can wonder is how brutal had it been then,
the pain I had once been through,
that has made the barren loneliness a haven, a home to linger onto.
Know not if I could forgive those who made an inhumane being out of me,
know not if this is the worst part of me,
But I know one thing for sure
as I had known always,
that I Am because You Are.
If I AM , I will always find my way to our home: for once and forever.

© sunshine07