Light walk as a friend

    A footed path walked. The heightened
view of light. Ever found wandering
so gallantly. So open are the eyes to
an unending power. A kind strength that
unseen by human eye.  So clearly the
great work of Jehovah stands tall, even
when her back is breaking and her eyes
of storms are weeping.

   Ah the grand opening of a sight. The
newest treats explode and contained
laughter of irony bursts. Surely the
iron is stronger than steel. Purely the
eyes appear but damaging are the
drumming thoughts.

  Alas the scarred child begs for help.
Hoping that strength really does echo straight into mind and closing down
the heart. Oh how one dreams.

  Indeed these dreams are clear.
However the meaning is not. Just
hold onto the ways that may be
expressed. Oh how I hope.

  Dare I be bold passed the strength and
endurance I bear. Oh how an excursion
is played in my mind and routes ground
deep within.  I hold on to the glimmer
of light that uplifts the soul. Oh how the
spirit clings to the fringes.

  Indeed this foot soldier finds
comfort in the next awaiting trial. Yet
the frightened young girl emerges.

   None matters to those who walk
side by side. Not once do they look
through to comprehend the weaknesses.

   Sometimes a little help in seeing
is grand but taunting is unkind.  I have
felt. I am tired of the blasts of war
but I do not give up. I still walk.

   So why is there hatred in your words?
Estranged hints of power trying to
put me down?  Why the need to see that
I am well when only thought is to make
me cry? Why put that weight on me?

   Is there no longer hope?  Alas don't
destroy me in process. I won't choose
when decisions come to light. The hope
is that your words become buffers that
strengthen me because right now that
is far from the truth.

  No more what you say finds the glimmer
of hope, of light because once I feel
recovered you assault me once again.
I must agree you have power but please
I beg of you to stop killing me to gain your
power.

  Alas you don't see it that way, of course.
Hence this woman endures. What will
you do once you cannot turn to me
anymore.  Will the favored old tactic
finally exit your system? Will the view
of others actually mean something?

  Indeed a notion to place into the air.
Perhaps even the wearied soldier in
us all will heal and the pain of long
suffering will be brought to a close.
Hopefully the first thing to caress
will be the kindness of a memory.

   For now the sting of hard wind is
all I am capable of bearing. The
sharpness of words, thoughts from
mind to mind I dare say to you, keep
the bites to yourself because if I am
not real but words on paper then don't
talk. If I am real, treat me as such
because I dearly think before you I
am mere.

  An observation clearly expressed
when addressing me. Uncaring and
callous.  Perhaps the barrier placed
but years I thought were opened.
Indeed it matters not for reality I am
just a reader and a complimentary
person. A face with a name but further,
undecided. Indeed what you have done.

   As I suspected your real self couldn't
bear to forget once conversation was
great. Alas noticed that silence hurts.
Indeed but if I can endure, you as well.

  A glimpse into my steps, if you will.
The feelings I hide deep only brought
forth when ache decides to parade
all before me. Indeed the trashed
project of your laughter. Indeed every
day hurts, stabs. Yet I hold on in that
one opportunity that hope is there.

  Alas I have tried and now sleep
overtakes the soul once more. The
ravages of desperation can be seen if
the crust is scraped away but on those
instances you have to be aware of
what to look for. Indeed this is where
my laughter is found. Irony within
steel.

  Stand still for a moment while you
decide what us important.

  Yet length is what got us here.  I will
continue to be patient with your
haggling. When you finish I pray I am
still here to help you.