Message To A Friend

 When I get home, I’ll press replay,  

 Listen again when the world fades away.  

 I owe your words a sacred space,  

No half-heartedness I’ll hear with grace.  

Integrity is what I chase,  

The mirror between my heart and face.  

I’m building better bones within,  

A truer world beneath my skin.  

Forgive me if I drifted then   

It’s not your words, but fear again.  

I start to feel, I start to flee,  

Afraid of love that mirrors me.  

I crave the fire, yet fear the flame,  

The force that moves, that won’t be tamed.  

Created from the light above,  

I tremble still  afraid of love.  

I’ve known the rush, that ocean deep,  

The pull that steals your breath and sleep.  

I cry, I binge, I still respond,  

But struggle yet to hold it strong.  

You your calm, your gentle art   

You orbit souls with mindful heart.  

Contained emotion, bright ballet,  

You move the crowd, but never sway.  

So when I flinch, or stall, or hide,  

It’s not disdain it’s storm inside.  

I name the fear, I shine it bright,  

Adjust myself, and seek the light.  

So thank you for your space, your care,  

I see you more than I can share.  

If morning breaks before you read,  

Good morning, love — from me, indeed.