On My Toes
My toes are
painful, from my constant uncertainty
Oblivious to my
desperation, you draw me to your every need
I look up at you
and smile at your angelic persona
You lick my wounds
and I’m thankful through the sting
Your halo falls
at my weary feet
And I cry for your
broken wing
I reach to repair
this calamity
But my inability
to arrive at your pedestal, prevents my victory
And I shudder at
the thought of forever in these grounded depths
Alone without your
helping steps
My ladder of hope
proves fortunate
And teary eyed I
meet your perfect smile
My determined hands
continue to mend your nature
My restless toes
stumble on my independent ladder
As I reach for you
with every intention of perfecting your perfection
I am stopped with
disbelief as to the unsuited fit of your halo
Screaming, I say
words I’ve only ever spoke as thoughts
And my realisation
is of your inevitable withdrawal of heavenly existence
I fall from my ladder
of hope
And land on my healthy
toes
For I’ve seen
that maybe even perfection
..Is temporary
