Your hands,
Two pilgrims of my admiration
Strong, and powerful,
Made to keep me safe.
Like your arms,
Built like no other,
Warm protection,
A knight against all, my stony armour
Yet fleeting embrace,
Feeding me teaspoons of caffeine filled delight
In the early noon when I was barely two,
Laughing, like we did,
Like we do,
In my head
Twisting, like true dancers,
In the dim butter tinted light
Of the living room
Happiness, pouring out of us in waves
Dad, why weren't they all good days?
Crying,
In our slumber,
Your hand, weaker then, in mine
Did your heart reflect it?
Did you forget the journeys
To school,
Me, on the back of the bike?
Holding your waist like you
Could keep me safe from any danger in the world
When did you decide to become the danger?
When did you embellish the love that once,
Could have won wars,
And instead, created an eternal one
That lives inside my mind, and encloses me
In bars, while you stand behind them
Weightless.
Ajar.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
