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there seems to be another person
deep inside, struggling to get out.
wondering what it might be like to
surface
and walk around for a little while.
strange how i discovered them
the first moment you looked at me.
they were in the reflection of
your irises
like through a glass darkly
peering back at me, wondering
if it was safe for them to escape.
the imminent jail break
happened when you told me you love me.
the riots swept through the prison
and the captives demanded another
day spent in the sunlight
requesting the warmth like water
wanting to drink it dry
ingest it
just in case they wouldn't see the
light of day again.
yet somehow, when i hold you,
i think about tomorrow as though
i have a tomorrow waiting for me.
and i think about all the things
i've taken for granted
(or maybe not taken for granted.
maybe failed to appreciate
as much as i should have.)
and i want to clutch them to me
like a drowning man learning to swim.
maybe you could be my buoy
maybe you could be my mirror
maybe you could teach me to hear
music in the silence
softness in a whisper
the voice inflection of
somebody saying, "i love you,"
for the very first time.
maybe you could hold the key
and turn the lock so i might know
how freedom tastes.
how to touch heights
further
than my reach.
i'll be standing here and watching
while you lead me forward.
and i will walk beside you
in case i need to clutch your hand
and hold it tight
while i take my first step forward.
deep inside, struggling to get out.
wondering what it might be like to
surface
and walk around for a little while.
strange how i discovered them
the first moment you looked at me.
they were in the reflection of
your irises
like through a glass darkly
peering back at me, wondering
if it was safe for them to escape.
the imminent jail break
happened when you told me you love me.
the riots swept through the prison
and the captives demanded another
day spent in the sunlight
requesting the warmth like water
wanting to drink it dry
ingest it
just in case they wouldn't see the
light of day again.
yet somehow, when i hold you,
i think about tomorrow as though
i have a tomorrow waiting for me.
and i think about all the things
i've taken for granted
(or maybe not taken for granted.
maybe failed to appreciate
as much as i should have.)
and i want to clutch them to me
like a drowning man learning to swim.
maybe you could be my buoy
maybe you could be my mirror
maybe you could teach me to hear
music in the silence
softness in a whisper
the voice inflection of
somebody saying, "i love you,"
for the very first time.
maybe you could hold the key
and turn the lock so i might know
how freedom tastes.
how to touch heights
further
than my reach.
i'll be standing here and watching
while you lead me forward.
and i will walk beside you
in case i need to clutch your hand
and hold it tight
while i take my first step forward.
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Very nice. Though "through the glass darkly" might be cliche, isn't love, in most respects?
It takes a twist in the middle and at first read seems to speak of different things. But it demands the reread - and then I see the speaker, speaking of themselves. And I think to myself that I know the feeling. Finally.
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It takes a twist in the middle and at first read seems to speak of different things. But it demands the reread - and then I see the speaker, speaking of themselves. And I think to myself that I know the feeling. Finally.
k