[Tuesdays Child]

As I strain to find the beauty in your malice, I grow greatly disturbed at your increasing flow.. without direction, without arrangement. This strategic grace you distribute is forlorn with dissension and unattended activity.. darting to and fro like a mad scientist on the brink of losing the one ingredient in a formula that bore his greatest discovery.

What is it about you that drives this need to be so quick in returning blind severity.. so sure of a knowledge you have not even yet seen. Is it paranoid guilt, unresolved conflict.. or is this simply how you look when you decide your willing to fight? (For what you think is real, for what you think is right)

Beloved, these filters in which we see our canvas, are wide and fine.. sifting even the most profound of truths through thier own selfish process, until even the very flavour of the grain has changed.

You unconsciously discolour my emotions through the judgment of my soul and leave discouragement on my doorstep.

I wept in the quiet morning as thoughts of how your skin entranced my mentality draped me and the swift of your spirit on me trailed a close second to perfect unity and complete inner peace.

Mercy is not what you need from me creature. Hate.. bittereness, these things deserve mercy.

Disappointment needs only forgiveness.