to dance with the joy
of your 5 year old self
feeling lighter than air
for there is someone
that loves you out there

that feels you and wants you
takes you and holds you
with all the wrongs you might be
but for him you are just beauty
and perfection is all he can see

to sit in the dark
alone in dead silence
and wish for the day
to leave while praying
that sanity would stay

asking for atonement
in all the wrong places
seeking a way to mend
a cracked bleeding soul
a place to make the hurt end

such complexity encompass
the simple fact that we are one
just human, the same
in this upside down
gloriously beautiful game

until

life throws at you a knife
that can cut into hope
make you bleed out
all your lust for life

there I stand alone
wishing, wanting
praying, chanting
to turn into stone

what a gloriously beautiful game
we play…..

catherine, you are love.