Sharks and vultures, you are naive

   I love you then I hate you. So many
times I go yelling in my head. So
often I find myself twisted inside.
Still I stand up. Tall. Stiffened because
that is how you must see me.

    No force, no wind  and yet I sway.
Gentle. Ah the sadness that echoes
fills me in a very hollowed whisper.
Cautiously I peer out.

    No don't come near. Don't enter
my mind. Stay clear. Never walk
near. Don't touch my eyes.

    Oh how I cry. Standing tall as
the glass impaled my pale skin. Not
wincing in the cold breeze. I just
breathe. Just hope.

    Daresay all I wanted in a word,
just one hello. No I won't go out of
my way when you don't.  I don't force.
I proudly walk away holding my eyes
high and forward. Yes so the sparkle
of rain stay inside my violets.

    Dare I waver, ever so softly? Just
that one faltering step that gives you
power. No. I crease the sound waves
with cynicism. Indeed the crisp
words win lighted daggers.

    Oh how they flock to the awaiting
attention. The trail of youth
entertaining your breath. A sight
to see the peacock ruffling it's
feathers.

    Am I wrong, no. So pardon the
air of crass words. The straightforward
approach of your naive steps. Dare
I forewarn you of the vultures circling
as the sharks swim silently close by.

   Indeed. Swallow up the attention
but understand the one you couldn't
wait to trump is always here.

   Alas I will not tell you something you
must already know. Sad though your
depth is as shallow as the dirt on my
heel.

    I support you in every thing I am
capable of including your depth
of discouragement, licking your wounds
and starting over.

             Why you ask?

   I do because I am here. I won't
complain. I will just love.