Some damaged

Disconnect the dots
to find the exact moment
when the damage began

close my eyes
count to ten
again
and…

i’m there now,
hovering above you
watching you, all curled up,
an egg rocking back and forth
in a little human’s place of
slumber

and a reflection caught
in a dry section of window pane
speaks the truth
where a figure glides by
goes not escaping into the wet night
but instead, to the warm embrace of
indifference

i am there now
beside you
holding you
though not touching you
watching new worlds
explode in tears that have
no voice

and through that slow window
i allow my self to flow
only turning back once
in hopes that
there shining in the darkness
some damaged
should know
that often from spoiled beginnings
a new, more compelling, kind of flower
may grow.