Am I that man who fails to fall after being pushed a thousand times
Am I that man who never knows what to say when the heart runs a fever
Am I that man who still stokes the fires in the belly of the furnace once it becomes a rusting skeleton
I don’t know
I sit and breathe and ache in the darkness at times
I get lost in the face of beauty I clutch at times
Breathless she leaves me
Reckless she believes in me
And today I felt hard and angelic in the curtains of a summer rain
Wondering
Who I really am
Where I am
Why these broken bones have been spared
Why these scars keep adding up
Like a deficit
Like baptism for no further purpose
And the green spaces of this heartland steam like a hot dinner
And I am found
And I am lost
And I am loved
And I am hated
I am individual yet a sum
I sit alone in the dark
And then can barely breathe in the light
Am I truly being foolish and naive
Or is everything really all right
Dare I read more minds without absolute evidence
This veil of delusion that at times cloaks me
Chokes me
I still have fear
But the edge no longer makes my stomach howl as it once did
Is it bravado
Is it guts
Merely hardness
Maybe a hallowed bow to the youth now coming up
Leaving me roadside
Like an old attraction
Maybe a metal wheel
That can no longer spin as it once did
I don’t fall so easily
I never could
But I wanted to
At times I really wanted to