This is not about me anymore
But rather for someone I care for
I would not easily interfere with someone else’s life,
But hell this something isn’t just right.
I’ve been comfortable for so long with silence
It’s like me being okay with my own grievance.
Let’s not put it in my own post,
And talk about their feelings that boast.
I didn’t really know how to react
But felt her heart somewhat contract
A streak of sadness now she has worn
The streak of confusion I think was born
Hoping the change would soon streak in- to continue their infinite Divine feeling.
Black & White Scribbles 