Spasm
Grabbing
surges of back and forth
Over
and over trembling
Spasms
of love
Of
hope for something better
I
think about what just happened
And
what could have
And
what might still
I
am tossed by this and that
Up
and down with the wind
Pushing
me where it is blowing
But
not knowing where that is exactly
It
is not a path laid out neat
But
a forest so deep
I
know the trees are there
as
I bump along into them
trying
to stay on the winding
root
bound trail
where
I stumble
to
not fall into one more
overgrown
nothingness
that
I look up from my sprawled state
wondering
“where am I?”
that
pulsating presence
that
tells me my structure
is
tired of holding up
the
bones in place
with
muscles worn out
hurting,
sore, and trembling
to
do their job
or
for me to do the job
I
was born to
You
were born to me
To
take care of
That
is my job
I
know it in my bones
And
I ache as I try
To
hold up
Hold
in
Help
you
Hold
up
Hold
in
Hurt
less
I
confess, I want for us both
To
succeed and not bleed out
All
our life blood
In
holding each other up
close and
tight
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