Don't hide anything from me,
least of all your failings.
For I have whipped recital wings
against my own practiced body...
You have no idea.
least of all your failings.
For I have whipped recital wings
against my own practiced body...
You have no idea.
You should know that
it's your failings that make you
oh.so.beautifully relatable.
"Perfect" people are just
the bottom step of a spiral ladder,
with lives that just keep swirling
above reality.
There is no profit in the untrue.
You think you weren't already worthy
enough in this heart,
propagated by God Himself?
My eyes have clouded
and my memory has dimmed...
but I know you.
I birthed you and grew you
under the roof my parents built above me
which they taught was THE WAY.
We all have history to dismantle
brick by brick
or to climb
step by step.
I tore it down sweetheart.
There was no foundation left,
or so I thought....
as if the physical removal of heart
could also brain matter
remove.
And so I dig.
And so should you.