Poem 12
Tip-toe
Like a ballerina
Over glitter covered razor blades
That lie on the end of your tongue
Underneath the backside
Of your beautiful metaphors
Cause that’s where
The hurting meets the breakthrough
Rising up to greet you
In the middle of the day
When your arms are empty
And all that’s left are bloody sheets
With tear stained, three-day old t-shirts
The sun shines through the shades
But… even though
You see the light
You can’t make it through the fog.
So you just lay back down
Hoping you survive
For your loved ones
Until tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes
But with a weight
You didn’t need
To be carrying
You forget sometimes
You aren’t bearing it alone
Not anymore.
He’s the only person
Who can drive you
Absolutely, insanely mad
Yet you still, long to come home.
Even if
There are pieces
Of you both
Forever missing
A love filled shack
Is better any day
Than an empty mansion.
He is home.
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I absolutely adore this! “Underneath the backside/Of your beautiful metaphors/Cause that’s where/The hurting meets the breakthrough” was especially wonderful.