Foundations
Watching the sturdy bricks
that make up your being,
cement lined with
vitality and
resilience
that weaves into the
creases
of your elbows,
into the slight
bowed curve of
your legs
caressed with a tendency for
fineness.
Built to be an unmovable
pile caught willingly
in the pain,
emotion, and
uncensored
complexities
of those surrounding you
as well as
supporting
the sombre spirit
encased within my
shell.
Those foundations
of yours
establishing stability
as intended.
The antithesis of fragility.
Yet,
lingering in the
gaps between the bricks
lies the whispering
residue of a
growing burden,
both transient and infinite.
Beautifully
entranced by reality,
in awe of being,
of existing,
of speculating
perceived truths and
discovering the adventure
of creation,
but simultaneously
buried by
the boundless
emotions of
bodies
betrothed to you.
Caged by
Bricks which conceal
the spirit
of your
unfiltered being
that floats like the
delayed
death of stars
behind soft
brown eyes that gaze
upon the
multitude of turmoil
thrust
upon you.
And here I
stand
watching,
as the load on
this house,
becomes heavier,
closes the
finite gaps
between the bricks
and
shuts off your path of
release.