"The dress fits perfectly", he said
as he carefully caresses the gown
with his hands.
and I replied,"seriously".
and when I started to feel like I fit in life , it dawned on me that my dream in what life seems to be is a chimera
what I want in life is what life spits back at me.
'am I human', I ask myself,
"NO",
a faint whisper
suckled my earlobes,
What they call perfection
is what i call love,
a faint call of worry passes by and and call it
seeking to know it's business
what is life when you don't know who you are
when it feels like all is well
then the forces of life frustrate your effort
a great deal fear grips my thighs ask question it
what is the past that seeks to threaten
the hope that still hangs there..
"hey,hey", I heard a voice call out.
"hey, sorry been deep in it",I replied forgetting I was with a god
"hey, you know. You really don't have to cry", he said
"what,know I'm not." I said betraying my words.
and then i turned to find out that I was looking for what was just by my side.
but what is it?
it was just myself
ut had been me
thee I refused to accept
after all, it would still stay
right by my side,
just being myself.
© Estherdwriter.