Until beauty bestowed on me
There was a plunge of guilt in me
Acceptance of a quiet horror
Of mere mediocrity
To look upon this reflected image
Of a once untarnished complexion of grace
That was born unto calamity and toil
To be slipped through the fingers
Of an infinite God?
Dare I say

Slipping into a pool of coolness
Where my skin feels lovely and smooth
To find this soul struggling beneath the surface
For acknowledgment
Unto grace and grace

Validation of my thoughts
Acceptance of my soul
Compliments told
Of the hidden beauty of my spirit
Which has been scuffed with words unsung over me
With affection unrequited

Look at me
what do you see?
Another girl
With a lonesome weary sigh
Behind her smile and uncried eyes
Yearning for release
Upon another weary soul
Of requited affection

The pools of water
Fall all around me
With swirls of thoughts
And deeds unmet or served
To become the very water swirling around me
Wouldn’t require much
In this is futility though
Without hope or eternal cause

To breathe above the depths
Can’t push it up
Can’t push this soul up
It is too heavy
Laden with guilt and cynicism
That was once not there

I yank and I pull
And I search
And I scream
And I yearn
And I ache

Effort is stamped upon my brow
As it slowly turns to a drip
Bloody drops of ink
Smeared with the back of my hand
Must get it off

Must get it off
It burns

The foggy opaque above
Beams a mist of light
Into my swirled world of thought
Above
Above my world
Drips blood down to meet me

Get it off!
Get it off!
I scream
I yank

My world with a red tint to it
Encircles me now
Meshed in love with the other things
With Whispers of a tangible voice
Sight of an unseen thing
Mixing with unspeakable song
Unmet expectations are met?
Dare I say

This tinted world is warm
Sight through Another’s eyes
Of the world I’ve come to lock myself in
The warmth of the pool encompasses me
I release myself to it’s embrace
Requited affection

My chest burns
The warmth has entered my very soul
But it burns
Burns heavily

It yearns for breathe!
For life!
For the glory above!
For the affection of the requited Lover
That gave of His warmth
So that I might live

I reach my hand up
Take the bloody inked hand
And am pulled to Life