If your propose would have been irrelevant you would have  yearned for slumber, but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story  of how gold is being made.

Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..

Poetry pick for this month... You never stole from me.  Never forced my heart. Never caged me in. Since the first day I met you, you left my soul free and my spirit open