Poem #14

I feel a grace overwhelming
It fills up my lungs and pours out my mouth a chilling blue
And melts all the walls of simple house
Until I'm standing quietly on a flattened plot of cement
Steam dissipating into the calling winds

Not much can be said for the progression
My obsession with the past and the guessing
Has subsided, override with all the blessings
Dressing up the current affairs with something nice
Wing-tip shoes, and a the ties, painted white
No more heads-scratching like my brain's caught a case of lice
The bites don't hurt more than my need to burst forth and bloom
I don't wanna argue semantics I just know my feet have been frantic
I'm going to pass them off
Trying to keep it moving
Clouds looming over head seeming further
Never want to hurt her or him
Just caught a glimpse of the grim black water that sits in the bottom of my shower
When he came clean somehow I turned around thinking I was done dirty
It was about 3:30pm when he said it and I bet it's still replaying in my head
Alone in bed when the night runs silent
Been long enough now that I know I'm good
Funny I'm still protecting them even after everything
Like despite the sting
There's more good I should be doing
And I know it's not my job, but I put it on God
Justified in being harsh
Even KB tried to call to me to
 Raise up some fists
And take a few swings
Thinking back to swinging on swings
Love in the air
Dark wooded streets
While a knuckle flies and meets
The calamity that crumbles my dream

Instead I'll just smile and lock up my feed
So all those who love me can come with me to see
The struggles, successes and everything that I strive to be

And I will be everything some day

No potential left untouched