This pace.

With every day that passes,
We drift further away.
You could call it independence,
But it was not meant to be this way.
I am grateful for her ability,
To handle the changes with grace.
It just wasn’t supposed to be like this,
And not at this pace.

Most painful.

I feel like life punishes you,
For trying to do what’s right.
I am trying so hard,
Consumed by an internal fight.
In the midst of taking care,
You can often make hints worse.
Is trying too hard,
The most painful curse?

Is that how?

Does one mistake,
Make you lapse on others?
Is that how it begins?
Does one error of judgement,
In a moment,
Open the snicket to sins?
Do little sins change your mindset?
Do they alter the shade of your heart?
Do they push it wider for darkness?
Is that how these things start?

Double check.

When you have a feeling,
That you’ve just been played.
A marionette with strings.
For the peace, for the ease,
You want to smooth the wings.
These things I must notice.
These things I must double check.
For I will not be at your bidding.
Not ever, not in heck.

Every test.

It shows that I am human,
And that we all can fall and break?
Yet the look on her face,
Is a bitter pill to take.
I wish this wasn’t how it is.
I always wish for her the best.
My instinct will always be to protect her.  I’m
I will keep taking every test.

One big lie.

She worries about the possibilities,
Because she know things can get worse.
She knows what it’s like to live,
Like you’ve been hit by a undeserved curse.
Don’t tell her that it’s unlikely,
She knows those things happen too.
Don’t tell her she worries for nothing,
Because bolts hurt more when they’re out of the blue.
Don’t tell her it’ll all be fine.
She knows that’s just one big lie.
She’s here in the midst of Salem.
This woman is refusing to die.

Fibre

When,
The strangest things can topple you over.
The straw.
And the camels back.
Carrying,
The weight of the world on your shoulders,
Til you find a fibre you lack.