Because I am human
the softness inside me only grows
with every flight of my breaking heart.
And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words
etched into the deepest parts of my soul,
but you are.
And I am alone, wading in knee high waters
singing the wistful melody
of a tortured, creative heart.
And all I can see from here
is a rainbow, beautiful and battered,
snaking through a silver