Breathe Easy
By: Elisa Parmer
Today is one of those days
When all I want is to be near you.
To bury my face in your chest
And rest
With your arms swaddling me tight.
Because this is the only place I can smother my face
And still breathe easy.
It's funny how people who hate physical affection
Still long for your touch.
They go searching the world trying to find out your name.
It's a shame
That more people don't know this feeling of
Safety.
So when catastrophe hits
Like a ton of bricks
Falling over thousands of lost souls,
I run to you,
Praying that you will open up your arms
Hold me in your hands.
I feel sorry for children afraid of
The embrace of a man
Because we misrepresent you.
But I guess this thing we call language
Isn't strong enough to bear your image.
So you placed it
In a face,
In a body,
In the essence of man.
But the picture is so heavy
I keep dropping it.
You don't see that though
With your crimson glasses
You see me as righteous.
You see a complete mirror image
Even though I'm still trying to pick up the shards from the pavement.
Yet you are anything but blind
And in time
I might begin to understand why you breathed
The dust of my heart into a masterpiece.
