Sadness Debt

The broken-spirited child

Holds whispers in her eyes

Clandestine comfort

As none such exists

Moves with breath drawn

If at all

Waits for everyone

Stillness plumbs the depths

Surveillance repelling sanctimony

The saving grace

Who but the wretched

can find a path

To encompass all things

Promise of suffering

Rings round the drain

Ever to wash clean

Dare not meet the eye

Expanse shown

May be known afar

Lacking pretense

So shrink to size

That allows passage (wonderland)

All these chapters

Weights and scars

The one still waiting, a child

A mirror past

Pressed for time

Reveals an ingress

When I see your hand in mine

I want to know who you love

I want to feel what you do

What have I given myself?

For I cannot give to you

Forgiven myself for?

Until then, cannot give to you

-Valerie