Standing on the edge of the cliff of my darkness,
Eyes veiled with salty waterfalls,
Heart forever heavy as lead…
A hand, light as golden pollen, brushing against mine.
Leaving residue. Beautifully scented.
So sweet honey could be spun from it.
I can’t look for I’m ashamed to feel. Afraid to be touched.
For a touch so light could travel to my heavy heart and make it sing. A scent so sweet could lick the bitter off my soul.
I’m a friend of the dark. Where I cannot be seen,
Where I cannot see enough to know to love.
And yet here you are, loving me lighter, loving me into the light.
Be patient with me, I’m learning to wipe my teary eyes to let your light in,
I see a glimmer of the light you carry.
I didn’t acknowledge light until I saw you holding me.
And through my cracks, your light begs to garnish my burdened soul.
My timid cheek, aching for your kiss… quivers.
Especially when thoughts of you caress my mind.
I hope one day, I truly can break open and feel the opposite of what choke chains me to fear.
Only then, maybe, will I see you in the way you see me.
But today, walk with me in pine forests and just be with me in silence,
For that’s all I need. That and a smile to constantly remind me that I belong here.
Written by Frank Malaba
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