Poetry – Too Far From the Sun

Panic is passed down
over tables piled with fish.
They never knew how to be
another way.

in the drought she waters
in the cold she warms
she is soft like spring sun
she if life, tucked away compact

What if –
we could design
beautiful things
with the power of our minds?

the will to walk away
because every time is practice
leaving behind
what no longer serves me

Silence so pure and broken
with the soft ring of harbor bells
wind whistling through pines
hum of the breathless sea

for everything I’ve lost and found again
everything I lost and learned to live without

if you’re going to love me
you need to understand
that I love me,
and I love me too much
to watch myself suffer.

when you hurt
I will carry your pain
if it’s too heavy for you alone.

will you love the parts of me that I find hard to love?
I want you to be mesmerized by my strength,
dazzled by my mind,
hypnotized by my movement

I live for the hardships and nerves,
pushes and plans and small victories
everything is happening
in its perfect, perfect way