Endless Mortality
6.30.2017
She comes to me
When stakes are high, revenge is low.
A shadow unearthing all my secrets
My solemn despair.
I breathe in her love, rejoice in her divinity.
She is all that I cannot fathom to encompass.
She whispers in my ear
In moments when I feel still.
Too still.
To breathe, to love, to hope.
She gives me air, she is my breeze.
A gentle nudge.
Why is it that I do not feel like her
Why am I not her if I am created from her essence
How can I love so deeply, when that which I love is not the love seen within me?
