poem: ricochet

i constant ricochet between

what you say and what you mean

what you fear and what you dream

what you hope,but strain to trust

for it is true –

you constant ricochet between them too

and that zig-zag has blurred your view

for the love that you feared lost

never did

abandon you

 

Oh if you could but trust,

this sickening bounce, at last

would stop.

Advertisements