hungers of each other's respect;
bruising feeling with no intent,
so much left to consider other than this.
I don't want to be laughed at like a train dog,
mistakes that never shine to be shown.
underrated compliance with no deeper meaning;
looking forward to not being worthy,
day by day,
does it make a difference?
toughing out the storm of the normal,
both rugged with teh rigidness edges of our patience.
still claiming to be happy,
suited only to the hidden faces of the masks of tears.
lies within lying:
buried deep inside,
a closet full of bones and regrets,
a problem yet to be faced and fulfilled...............!!!
Oh, wait!
I DO have one.
Tried to avoid it early on.
Tried to deny it when it happened
the first five or six times.
Broken, healing, broken, healing
cycling up spirals.
Every wound scars over
with less rigidness than
what got scarred.
How else could life possibly grow?