Sunlight beats at my skin
trying like water
to break through . . .
Fluid motion,
escapist devotion
runs like mercury through
this river
that is choked by
fear of pain
and the neglect of bravery . . .
And my skin falls away
and my eyes are not mine
and I know, I might just have to
let you go
I might just have to stop loving, trying
while I wait . . .
while I wait for the sunlight
to sew me into the shadow
and divide my heart
from all that is
untrue.