P.H

Covered by doubt

And cradled by love.

Slapped by reality

And stitched by expectations

Caged by his voice

Swallowed by his hurt.

Running on a track

That never seemed to work

So many dips and rocks along the way

That I prayed that so new pavement would come my way

Levels changed but reality did not.

Trust killed me

Love killed me

My mind was swimming in a pool full of wine.

What was worst?

reality or my fear?

I couldn’t run

I couldn’t walk

I tried crawling

But instead got stomped

We waited hand and hand

Foot by foot

Until the river ran dry

Good-bye

Good riddance.