The Lonely Temple

You’re a beautiful girl, it’s evident.
So is your discomfort. Your need to
prove yourself is what dirties your
complexion. I want to see you free
from the need to impress. You have
much love to give. I wish you could
open the valve.

I have the same illness
except mine is more
severe. I struggle with my grasp of
happiness, and don’t know
how to love. I stumble around bitter
and feeling out of place. It doesn’t
seem fair, although it is my fault.

Why can’t we look at existence
for the masterpiece it is? I want to
look at each face and see
goodness. Instead, I can’t
see past my own dreams
and failed expectations.
Oh how I need

fresh eyes and a renewed heart.
I need to destroy the destination I
built in my mind, along with the
the glory I see in the past.
They crush my spirits and
do me harm.