they'll <br />fall away <br />one by one <br />as strands of you <br />milk the moments <br />you had <br />for what they were worth, <br />still smouldering <br />in the hand <br />even though <br />you knew <br />in your hearts mind <br />that <br />it was pretence <br />as they smiled <br />behind soft <br />contemptuous lips <br />that offer you <br />quiet resentment <br />instead of love <br />just because <br />you breathe <br />and are <br />uniquely you, <br />and that <br />makes them <br />uncomfortable <br />against their <br />square jawed <br />perfect, <br />materialistic plan <br />that can't afford <br />you <br />but can <br />their every whim <br />which makes them <br />sorely aware <br />of their <br />superlative selves <br />so they <br />push you away <br />thinking <br />you are less <br />then them <br />because <br />you don't fit <br />but you keep <br />steering steadfast <br />in the sanctity <br />of truth <br />inside of trust <br />as the most valuable <br />integer <br />and they fear <br />''your being'' <br />because <br />through you <br />they see <br />themselves <br />impoverished, <br />and their superior <br />ways collapse <br />in blind belief <br />as they continue <br />to make spaces <br />''for time'' <br />more than sharing <br />or listening <br />or caring <br />for anyone else <br />because <br />what they want <br />is never enough- <br />so let them fall away <br />to be left <br />as dust <br />when matter <br />does not matter <br />and when you are <br />feeling raw and <br />naked and <br />real <br />then you can <br />afford <br />the comfort <br />of being <br />with another <br />and that is <br />what is true <br />and right <br />and real <br />and what you <br />are all about. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2005<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/courage-under-fire/
