I am thinking

Maybe I will not send him away.
I’m so tired of being alone all the time.
He’s the only one who sees me,
And what are his crimes?

He doesn’t feel something
He believes
The rest of us do.

If anyone else could,
They would.

But he can sabotage my faith
In what I try to do.
Is accepting him a variation
Of rejecting You?

Why are we out here?
What more can You do for me?
I’ve been given more than I deserve
But I don’t know who to be.

I am weighed down
And tangled up
By this moment in time
Where every potential existence is still fluid-
We are about to solidify
All our future paradigms.

My next reality is elective
And somehow entirely dependent.

I may grow roots,
Or I may
Blow away with the wind.

They were my friends.
They just watched,
But they couldn’t see me.