Tell Me

Speak to me
of dreams and fears and hopes and doubts.
Show me the you that you’re afraid of.
This tide runs deep enough to cover your iniquities
for love believes the best of everyone.
What wakes you in the middle of the night
frantic in a cold sweat
or stills the rushing of your blood?
What thoughts creep, uninvited, through the depths
of your restless mind?
Perfection makes not a man of you
nor imperfection a beast.
Where grace abounds there’s no distinction
‘tween man or beast, there’s only us.
You and I. And life.
Though life would have us believe that we are polar-
north not destined to need south.
Points separated by the void. But what
if we were north the same as south- not destined to repel
but to attract, would that wake you in the night?

Speak to me
of dreams and fears and hopes and doubts.
Show me the you that you’re afraid of.

Phoenix