Wordless.
My hands, fingers trembling, reach out for yours.
So close yet so far,
Through the fog of misconception and the dark of ages past
And yet you remain
Motionless.
Sat staring, contemplating,
My heart flutters and bursts with a riot of uneasy snakes,
they writhe, they slither, they invade my mind
And yet you remain
Statue still.
I've always been the first,
To break, to fold, to bend over backwards
Complacent and terrified to fall
And yet you remain
Unyielding.
Determined that it's not you,
It's me, forever wrong,
Frozen in time, young and naive
And yet you remain
Cold to the touch.
I clutch at my peace offering,
A single branch.
Will it mean anything to you?
I want to ask, but I baulk
I break out.
Sudden courage from the depth of my soul.
It slips out of my grasp,
Hits the floor out of spite.
Olive branch.
Take your pity, your holier than thou attitude
your pious gaze
and yet
I remain.