Up and down,
sky and dirt –
the journey does but leap.
From one to another I have but gone –
my stories are but untold.
Tears shed, skins changed,
a new adventure does begin.
Voices rise with each flaming cheek;
eyes leak as one will fall.
Strong against the human need,
I am but a weakling to their touch –
a gentle breath and I do but fall.
Again the confusion follows me,
their true love is not enough.
A decision must be made:
life alone, strong and true or
as a half and weak again?
I doubt my motives –
Can they be true? Sincere?
If I stay I worry it will be a lie –
the need for a companion and nothing more.
Confusion unfolds, temperatures rise.
Melding the bond, they try hard –
oblivious to my stolen snips again.
Perhaps one will appear,
whisk my breath and steal my life.
I do but deny this though –
to give over my half is to great a risk.
For now, I won’t give in.
I am my own,
alone and true.
© Heather R Ellis
January 2012
this is so good hezzey ! x
Thanks Sabi