Your Beautiful Hands are Full

Of the myriad treasures I’ve had the privilege of experiencing

Genuine Love reigns supreme

Not the kind that just keeps appearances and goes through the motions

The kind that warns you when things come to a grinding halt.

There’s only so much we can do in these forms we’ve taken

And the greatest of our options

Is the Best We Can

You have done

And are doing

The best you can…and

Your beautiful hands

Are full.

You only have two.

You don’t have three to include me

And I’ve seen the way that it Kills you

As I continue to slip out of your grip into free fall

When I need you

My greatest hope is that the smile on my face Heals and Feeds you

As the pace of my descent from the shade of your warm wings

Brings speed in degrees that would fill an unloved soul to the brim with unease

I’m at Peace.

But

I must admit find it difficult to express the ways I’ve been left longing as I

tumble

towards

terminal velocity

Despite your purest intentions

I find it difficult to mention

How often

I bear my soul at your request

Only to be met with neglect or absolute absence of attention

It’s not so easy to accept your insistence that we’re so similar

When anything less than absolute allegiance is interpreted as disrespect

And suddenly

I’m just like my Father.

It is truly bitter medicine to embrace that

One too many times I’ve climbed out of

Hell

By myself

After being pushed inside with the assumption that I’d be back in time

To wipe your tears when you decide to feel remorse for it

My strength doesn’t Justify your neglect, it’s the reason why it didn’t break me

My kindness isn’t a stone upon which to step,

it’s the only reason you’ve seen or heard from me at all

Lately.

There’s only so much we can do in these forms we’ve taken

And the greatest of our options

Is the Best we Can

And

I can no longer stand in for battles you refuse to fight.

You can’t throw me to the wolves and take credit for my survival

You can’t sacrifice me and welcome me upon my revival as though you’re no longer

Liable

I don’t roll like that, I saw that shit !

These scars are from lessons I Taught and Learned

Myself

These demons I’ve bested, this abundance, these blessings

I’ve Fought and Earned

Myself

If stepping into my power offends you

Buckle up!

This is just the beginning

We’re at the very top of the inning

But I’m not keeping score.

I’m just releasing the old, declaring the New

And making room for more.

Your blood runs through My veins and that’s a big part of why I’ll always

find

My

way.

Another coveted treasure inherited over the course of your guidance

Is wisdom.

So valuable I would trade any Hurt for that

The infinities upon infinities of Love and respect that I have for you

There’s no word for that but…

There’s only so much we can do in these forms we’ve taken

And the greatest of our options

Is the Best We Can.