Long way.

New beginnings taste
like rock-ribbed
promises, and humid
sunsets that remind me
I can't feel what I don't.
I can only appreciate
what is certain,
what I confidently write
of.

Don't rush me, calls love,
don't force me, humbly
wait for me
instead. Patience is
sewn into your soul.

I never imagined I
would be a stop sign, limiting
someone's perspective down
a country road. My bones
aren't meant to be brittle.
So I spoke with good intention
as clearly as I could, taking
slow breaths between and
counting each second with
precious gratitude,
letting you know I didn't
regret

anything.

But this, isn't right.
I jumped too soon.
I don't want to lead you
on through the pastures
anymore, when I don't
want the pressure anymore.

But we'll walk, together
down another road.
A trust, a friendship.

And who can say if it
will become more, bubble
like a babbling river
in the future?

Right now, that's too far.
I can't see it.

Let's live how we used to,
just with more appreciation
for what we learned.
For being honest on muddy
highways where we tried
to muffle discomfort.

Things will all be well.
On our own. With time.

-

I'm still coming a long way
but God, you'll be waiting
for me through it all...

-
Written 5/27/15

Haven't written in a bit so may be a rough but honest piece.