Detached

Two bodies craving,
Four hands longing for warmth,
We were in love.
That’s what it felt like,
Until the foundation on 
which we stood, began to crumble.

Two bodies repelling,
Four hands scratching at each others scars.
Exposing.
We were lost.
That’s what it felt like,
until we slipped into bed
next to each other, sleeping like we were
lovers.

 

Two bodies pieced together.
Four hands with fingers laced,
But minds and hearts
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Glass

Sand melts, molten solidifies

But does not crystalize.

It keeps transparent, functioning

as a lens, aiding those who cannot see.

Magnifying, so details are uncovered.

Wrapped up in a frame, enabling those in to escape,

 

Or those out, to peer in.

Discovering things not present on the surface.

Allowing exposure to hidden secrets.

Gaining access to the vulnerable.

 

The brittle see-through substance

Can reveal too much, fracturing.

 

But broken windows do not always shatter,

Cracks can cause crevices,

But the glass can remain together.

Unknown

I understand that not everything will be understood, 
and in that I find peace.
Maybe someday, when my body and mind catch my soul,
then I will eventually be told, those answers to the questions I must leave be.
Until then, I will enjoy being me.
At times I wonder where the soul resides.
In the heart and in the mind, combined?
Their relationship seems so strong.
Undoubtedly it is, science says so,
although, where does the obscure go?
The soul
It makes each of us unique.
And we cannot be so eager to seek.
In time it will be revealed.
In time we will be shown the answers to what, right now, is unknown.