the spirit weighed d o w n as the blue crushes all things unresiliant. pushed on this side yanked upright on the other oh that i were not underwater my heart is, weakly, growing (pressure's mounting)
embrace not be embraced the hand held open, waiting. clasped gripped fingers hold nothing but air. an unseen hand appears fresh love is bestowed. comfort taken sleep is given.
soft things beg for just a touch, but i cannot be free for all save one. (or so i thought) this before i gave it away. a wilted rose, a preemie born, petals dead flower gone the child does not lift its head.