Moth Eaten Truth

I can feel my knees lock in place,

How they feign to be strong-

We both know it’s to hide the tremors.

Body quivering,

Voice breaking, and I do not know how to stand

My breath tastes so foreign to me.

Although I weep before you,

These tears are not from rejection

They are not from guilt.

They do not beg for action, but they will you to listen.

They weep for the truth.

Gravity begs me keep it buried.

It rakes and screams at my throat

Yet I can feel it like a moth seeking that everlasting flame.

Feel it beat against my teeth like glass-

It can almost feel the warmth.

Let the truth take flight from the tip of my tongue

And fill the cracks with silver,

Fill the canyons with gold

To light you in the dark.

Make them stronger.

I have no wish to fix.

I want to rebuild with you-

we are but skeletons in an uprooted foundation.

I want to build

To grow

To challenge and to climb.

I want to love with you.

To paint these walls with you

I dare not swallow this trepidation

Because I fear the truth will go down with it.