Tenderness, clear

              Running from the the moment. Hiding the tags
of wonder. Opening the drawn strings. Distance I carry the
steps. Oh careful of the broken strands.

              One motion to press forward. The questions
underline the hopes but the words cure the strength.
Holding the bit of independence of a hello. Ah though
a sigh drifts its place deep inside.

            Shh carefully treading the same path that has
been before me. The common grounds, the bonds are
there and yet where are they really?

          Silence is what my mind begs for, just in the
time. I break down the time, all in hopes of gaining more
clarification. Still there is so much that pulls, drags
me. The necessities that, perhaps, are not raw enough
for me. Oh how do I focus on being bold, the voice
to stay steady?

          I pray for the raging energy to find an outlet,
any, just one. Oh so the screaming nerves will finally
checkout still. The grinding of reels formed, will place
the vibrant temper of a redhead into a finely grated
tone. Evening out the patience.

        So many possibilities to persue. Yet one more
noted bit is added. Seems though as tally marks across
time, across paleness. So harmless yet never
would anyone guess the scars build.

        Ah though I am strong. The levels of tolerance,
of humility are unwavering. Yes, I am here, standing
closing my eyes waiting, hoping. Clinging a  strong
hug around my tiny waist.

        Just allowing the exhale to sting from lungs to
lips. Then drawing depth to the inhale. The demanding
mind closes down as the weights of many thoughts
bring highlights of the year crashing, thundering
throughout my soul. Oh yes forget the words, the
felt motions.

       So indeed there is so much to be complex and so
much that asks for what exactly can be heard. So
here "okay" is all I can vibrate through the keyboard.

      Daring anyone to ask further. Daring anyone to
know already. Daring anyone to look passed, pausing
finding the laughter to pull the rosy lips into a new
stance.

      Ah the tenderness is opened. So clear.