You Will Not Be Too Much for Me

My raw candor, the appearance of my tarnish

The baring of my soul

Garners your smile of sympathy or concern.

I want to un-plug you

If only for a moment

So that I can see you

And you can see me.

Leaves fall from trees

Rivers drown the swamp

Winds rip away at safe havens

The forest floor churns and rots

And you still describe nature’s ways as beautiful.

You drive past the woods

Fly over the waters

Use her when you need to get away.

Let’s not need to get away.

Be here now.

Show me your tarnish, your ebb and flow

Do not fear or pity the cycles of my seasons.

I let the winds blow through me;

I wear water on my skin;

I speak in subtle tones;

I smell of dirt, salt and rose;

I do not smile with every word.

I burst forth at the rising of the sun,

And I wallow with the waning of the moon.

And it is too much,

Or not enough, 

For a safe and predicted mold.

I’ll forever be too liquid to fit in it.

So hold my hand, and drop your polished armor

Let it shatter to the floor

What bursts forth from within you

Will not be too much for me.