Younger

A window pane, framed, by your simple face. Your day’d rush by with the green and red lights. A down feather mountain defined your space. Celluloid, cellulite, closed eyes to fright. A word was spoken, a quick glance exchanged. You sank into a pit of your own make. I’d given the world to help rearrange the course of events for your better sake. You grasped for a hand just out of reach. Your breath wavered despite it’s youthful might. Unbind yourself, to find the self you seek. Unkind times made you step out of the light. The unknown you can conquer, just concur the weight you carry, you it can’t defer.