by Kevin Eickmeier
You floated through like the remnants of a long dead dream only to spread promises of pain back over already healed scars.
I still remember the night you drifted off into the darkness, the way you tried to push me off the top of towers so tall I could touch the sky.
You as everything I wanted, me knowing that you could never be what I’d need.
From the first touch my hands told me to let go of you, reach for something solid, but my brain broke you down into a thing you weren’t capable of being.
There’s something in the way you move that manipulates my heart in believing in your empty eyes one more time, screaming that you’re ready to be mine, but your prison walls have you locked into the life you never wanted yet grew accustomed to.
The hair you hung from your tower while waiting for your knight in shining armor to climb to save you has been shaved off to keep the collateral damage from climbing your split ends to the cell of indifference where you dwell while taking the abuse that you blame on yourself.
People are played as pawns in the chess game of life where without moving you pray to whatever you believe in for a checkmate, but stagnation has never granted a victory.
Still you blow recklessly in the breeze, blowing hollow promise to the sky.
I’m sure you’re desire for bigger better things is strong, but fear of change houses you in your cocoon of shame and fear.
Stop being ashamed of actions you were forced into!
Stop being scared to face the fear of change!
Run head on into the light, leave behind the lies.
Live the life that would make the most amazing men step back to gaze as you rush gallantly where angels fear to tread.