Hands outstretched and open,
delicately balancing a heart
complete.
Scarce and scattered pieces,
no longer my only offering.
Masks faded and disintergrated,
just me nothing more,
yet nothing less.
Assuredness absent til now,
a sense of what is true
my only reality.
Damaged and incomplete,
with you in days past
but more so without you.
Discovering all that was
not there.
Allowing me to give
and truly love you
to my fullest capacity-
as I always should have. |
Submission Name: Assuredness absent
