wrenching tight the regulator valve
from the fuel line to the torch and its glass.
choking back the hearts regulator salve
from the loveline to the bloodstream and its force.
i'm walking a rocky path,
long stretched strides on my task,
somehow the winner who always finishes last.
i can't always let my vulnerability show,
so i sometimes wear the mask.
chances;
i let go and be the dancer.
changes;
i transform and rearrange this.
sages;
i listen and see what made us.
stages;
life continues on another chapters' pages.
on my love, on my soul,
only wanted it to be whole.
yet still wondering about the vast black holes.