A tearing moment, be still and listen

                  I find myself falling away from the middle.
Wanting so badly to say something but the jaw tightens
over time. One by one the striking motions inside my
head just cringe at the opportunity to just let go,
send down a release.

                 Just hold onto the hope that "yes" still
stands, somewhere. Ah the tears fall as the array of
colors find a home the starched black and white memories.
Still, cautiously I tread with the slightest hint of
laughter. Yes, I do know, it is okay to be me. Unique and
calm. Sassy and shy.

               Though the sighs that follow me hide the screams
that beg to escape rosy lips. Will you hold onto the
flapping wings to find the softer bits of me? Oh I
dare not beg, dare not find a moment to press. Just
the joy, the opening of who so little know ~ me.

             Why does that tidbit of exposure scare me so?
Why does finding a warm smile, a soft gleam in the corner
of an eye, the meaningful hug become so deafening to
me? Why does the silence of observation overrule all
that echoes inside of me? Ah only mind demands clarity.

           Here I take the steps. I hope someone is there,
defying the world, grabbing hold and clinging tightly
for those crashing, damaging moments to fall from my
soul. I stand with the radiant glow inside my spirit as though
a dancing child free. Wandering the soothing textures
of wildflowers and warm wind.

         Will you, yes you, be strong enough to walk
beside me? Acknowledging the woven friendship
to all, no matter what?

         Ah yes, timid me, I glance down to my toes kicking
the dust of possibilities in the air. A hope, yes. The
wonder of joy to surround. The jolt of love, of energizing
happiness that embraces this one moment ~ will you
be willing?

        Now I find the hollow points striking inside me,
filling them with the much needed, awaited qualities.
Therein I take a grand leap and bring halt to all
that feeds into the dredging undercurrents ~ those
deep sorrowful uncertainties.

       Ah my dear friend, I thank you for the moment
to just listen, be still and observe the weights of
squeezed anxiety. Indeed grand you are and yet so
very humble.

      I give you grand hugs within the breeze. I hope
the tears of my joy fills you and the secretive, shy
smiles find your eyes inside a dream.