Know one knows another’s woes,
while they sit on their beds, rocking to and fro.
Know one feels another’s pain,
except for the Empath, who stands back in the rain.
Know one breathes the air into our lungs,
or exhales our cries when we’re coming undone.
Know one stands there looking for flaws,
the way we all do, both hands on our jaws.
Everyone sees the smile on our face,
forced through our tears as we go through our paces.
Everyone sees us dance in the rain,
both arms out, like wings, the span of a plane.
Everyone sees the exhaust on our faces,
when we finally sit down after a long days races.
Running here, running there,
getting this, giving that,
We are deer in the headlights,
the blind spot on cars
all women from Venus,
all men from Mars.
Speed up, wind down, breathe in between,
become what we wanted, not stuck under a heel.
The shoes are worn as we walk on,
towards a new journey, laying paths for our spawn.
In wonder, in lust, in faith we thrust forth, trying to build trust,
that what we all want is right and just.
One step to far and we’ll lose all our focus.
One step, not enough, and we’re bound to wind up facing refocus.
Freely we wander, like ships in the night,
or white feathery birds, wings spread, taking flight.
These are just words that I wrote on a page,
eyes dance across as they’re starting to gauge,
something important sparked one maybe two,
you are someone like me, I am someone like you.
Original written work by Gillian Gibson aka Crimson Quintessence 2018. **Click on any Image to redirect to the images webpage/designer where it has been provided. All images are found using Google Image Search and are not always labelled I hold no ownership to any image used unless otherwise stated**