The scales you polish so much
Have failed you
Consumed by the beauty of the balance
Shifting your weight to keep up
With the glimmer
Dare to scuff
Wasn’t made to carry you
Shape your soles to bear your heart.
Feet stumble in passion.
She who carries Heart walks with Grace.
It’s hard to know until I’m already spinning
Kicking and screaming
No! We worked so hard!
My spirit, deaf, dumb, blind
With rage, pain, hunger
Don’t call it Anger
Tearing up the corners of the Earth searching for another angle.
Call it Faithful
What’s faith in the face of hate?
Or Love when love for that hate can’t be denied?
When famine fed by fear finds that second wind
And you’re the tide
When Love’s locked away in perception and you can only see her through the caged hearts of man
Where your heart flutters at the sound of Love’s name but even that is painful
You remember the last time Love was in your lap.
That shit hurts
What did you trade Love for?
Would you remember it on the street?
Would it run to catch you when you fell?
Or was it what had you falling in the first place?