The Measure of My Worth

I have reached inside my soul
and found that I am lined in gold.
It fills the cracks and fissures,
the erosion of my tears through troubled years.
It formed in veins, snaking over heart and mind
steeling them against the harsher times.
And my value cannot be seen by prying eyes
I’ve hidden away what makes it a prize.
It’s yours to take, yours to see
because you’ve always only seen the best in me.
 

Distance

And I whisper into the encircled totem that binds us

a tenuous thread of darkness and light unbalanced apart

“I miss you, I miss you,”but it seems superfluous.

And I seek to find faith in what I don’t understand

and ignore the selfish whispering flames of my heart

though it burns my chest like an iron brand.

And I pray to a god who does not love me

though I begged him while swollen with your child

to not steal you away as I cowered on my knees.

And I covet the touch, the graze of a hand on cheek

of people passing by me unknowingly

because I have known the thrill that is piqued.

And I cry at the space between our hands

because I can never reach far enough

to bridge the distance between lands.