Rough waters.

It was all of half an hour,
Less than an hour, all in.
Yet you are pushing to make it over,
Whilst pretending with a grin.
If you'd been there all day.
If you were ending your tether,
I would understand, would recognise,
But my understanding is now leather.
No working, no effort, and it turns quickly tough,
I can not pretend, can not unsee,
And so our waters are rough.

Hold

I am here for you, I promise.
I am here. I am here.
I will hold you, as you asked.
Hold you close.  Hold you near.
I will keep on holding, tightly,
Will release only when you say.
I am here for you always.
We will hug those fears away.

Heavy loads.

I know that I am blessed,
Every single day.
Today had something extra.
For what reason, I cannot say.
I just look at you and marvel.
I look at you and my heart explodes.
A great joy can still come,
When you're holding the heaviest loads.

In order.

I had to tell someone,
Had to make it real -
Not something I just tell myself,
To deal with how I feel.
Life is always challenge,
Whether it's given or it's chosen.
We just have to move forward,
There's no joy in being frozen,
But it matters what will drive me.
It matters what I can bare.
I have to believe you're trying,
In order for me to care.

Divisions.

It feels it makes so much sense, 

That it explains it all,

But am I looking for a reason, 

Not to let the cleaver fall.  

It would free you of some blame, 

Make it less like it's your choice.  

You don't intend to break my heart.  

It's just your inner voice, 

Making it hard to see, 

That your choices, your decisions, 

Are driving a wedge of resentment, 

Are causing our divisions.   

I'm amazed.

I'm amazed by your audacity.
I'm amazed you think it's fine.
How can you not translate your (in)action,
And get why I then take mine.
Ignore that this is not what I pictured,
This is not what we long ago discussed.
How can you not see your selfishness,
Is the seedbed for all my distrust. 

You race

How can you not want the beauty?
However tiring it may be.
How can you not want the honour?
It's what it is.  How clear to see?
How can five minutes in a day,
Be enough to fill your heart?
Its exhausting, draining, I'll give you that,
But its worth it, every part.
The look she gives you? Priceless
The smile upon her face.
This is a hard but beautiful journey.
Not something through which you race.