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To be an option. Then to be not chosen. Thoughts of possible rejection cause my heart To steadily move from Love to Frozen. It’s hard to Let It Go but, when the mind Is called to action by the releasing of the bow And piercing of the arrow and the truth Beginning to bludgeon, blow by blow, It can be better to fall on the Rock and Be broken than to cling to death for life’s worth. There can be no interest during moments Of silence at times of merriment and mirth. Tiers in friendship, bringing tears in friendship That ultimately wash the eyes to aid clarity In making the decision to walk away from Tiers to healing and inner parity. Traipsing the landscape of my mind, Burning under the sun of what seems to be, I seek to rest in the shadows of Christ And wait for the sun to set on what seems to be. I’ll watch the sun set and let the situation Come to me as I remain in the safety of my mountain. My Rock, my Shield, my Hiding Place. My refill of Love from an eternal fountain.