I can feel the rain
as it creeps ever closer
to my clouded heart.

It is where I watch
all the could be’s and may be’s
before they just are.

A goldfish squirrel
riding a furry falcon…?
I must be dreaming.

Please, don’t look at me.
I’m so loathsome to behold;
I am a monster.

I guess I’ve always
feared people would look too deep
and see what I am.

It writhes inside me,
blacker than the Devil’s hooves,
looking for release.

Love takes great courage,
we relax and show others
our failures and scars.

We all like to tease,
those we love the most, perhaps
to see if they’ll stay.

In the worst moments,
I believe the terrible
things my heart tells me.