A simple complexity

                  Careful of those who read. No clarity in
the emotions spoken but sometimes I just need to
speak "me". Ah the selfish parts rage as the coldness
seeps in. Hoping I clear the airways before I become
vocal.

                 Stationary is where I felt I was. Not really
moving just dreaming. Perhaps the knowledge of
absorption is emptied and the levels are displaced.
Just for the tiny opportunity of a long spoken hope.

                   Dare I express my truth? Dare I leap
to what may make me break? Dare I take that motion
only to learn from it next turnover?

                  Ah careful as the hope flies. Taking my
eyes to greater heights but shredding my heart,
my mind to bits. So dangerous the world can be.
So harmful the disease yet the punches are voided
through strengthening letters.

                 A gentle kindness given where all else
wants to punish, to hate. My caring dream, the one
carrying me to the joyful hope. Dare you ask what?

                The keen inhale explains in various
ways. Did you hear? Are you even deserving to
long, to know who I am?

                Shh. Carry not the idea of wonder, a
negative trait. So distracting for the answer of
"me" is felt deep within every cell explored.

                Ah yet you do fall for the intrigue. Indeed
you can call upon words, wandering and roving, into
literary expressways. For certain you will find who I am,
peeked and wavering throughout a novel idea.

               Perhaps I am gentle enough to laugh at the
simple inquiry. The answer for you is all as approached.