That Space Between

That Space Between

You live in that space between
scarlet cynicism and cerulean inclination,
courageous yet vulnerable,
one minute exposing dormant desire,
the next slamming a trap door,
and then all at once
providing me with love and acceptance.

I yearn for your cherished liquid lavender
kisses on downy fields of clover,
soft and sumptuous,
and then you freeze me out
again, when I unknowingly brushed
against your raw awareness.
Your ability to remain calm
even in monstrous moments
fools everyone, fools yourself,
the product of being functioning
despite the disarray around you.
You can push moon beams away,
stolen from the angels at dawn's glow
into honeysuckle lands expansive,
allowing me to believe that anything
is possible. Even this. This polarized
space between.

But then you become clumsy and careless,
trapped in the wells of death,
lacking the freedom, or holding yourself
back to choose your own fate,
a burden you place upon yourself,
permitting success to be your nemesis,
living in your own horror and confusion,
the voices that lead you to no where.

I so desperately want to help,
but the well is too steep
to climb down and pull you up
out of harm's way. I wonder
why people have to suffer the emotional
breakdown, the continuous mind game.
Or is suffering a choice just like any other,
that place you choose between,
causing you to spiral down, down, down
into madness, the great abyss,
unstable on that slippery slope,
falling into damp, darkened caves
where bears hibernate and spiders
prey, because getting caught in choices,
prolonging the agony, rather than allowing
yourself to just be, just be.

The choices have already been made,
and you are the puppet in your own show,
manipulating the strings that hold
you up, but things could turn out differently,
if you allow the opportunity to arise,
and seize the moment, make it
your own, the talented man
who helps others heal, commits
random acts of kindness.

This is all you.
Allow yourself to internalize this, please
but you are not ready yet,
and it's a damn shame,
because all I can do is watch.
It's a damn shame.
A damn shame.