M. Hank

Unexpected

Dress for sun, for warmth, for joy

Suddenly

Rain, clouds, cold, hurt

Descend

Turn around and go away

If I hand you my heart

My heart made of glass

Don't shatter it

Don't have the shards

Splay across the ground

Don't hand it to someone else

To crush it

Beneath their fingers

But if it does

The brush

Covered in the black ink

Swiped at my eyelashes

Made its mark

On my face

At least

That's what it used to do

Now it sits quietly

In its spot

Far away from reach

Your God is not my God.  Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.

I give up everything for you 

At the drop of a hat

I tear myself apart for your happiness 

Even though you're still sad

I do everything to fix the problem 

While knowing damn well I am the problem.