Is that what life is then?
Waiting in the moments
for someone you can’t love
to give you a sign?
What has your heart been reduced to?
A contaminated, scattered dust particle
of the rubble remaining
after total destruction
There has to be more than slowly creeping
of the things that make you happy.
You must not give up
on the brilliant potential you once believed in.
The whisper of possibilities
in every encounter.
Do not make yourself small for a man
whose heart is not strong enough
for a woman with your will
to live on the edge
of everything you can see
You must remain someone who teeters on
the brink of complete and utter
Because you know beyond the haze
still lies something