Stranded

Tell me what I’m not getting. 

The ‘enough’ I need to give. 

Trace the path that I must walk

To get to where my heart’s been. 

Brush back my hair and whisper truth

So I’m not led to lie

Clear my ears

To see the wind

And where it blows me to. 

Don’t leave me mortal

Standing here

Where thistles, briars, cacti bloom

And hope I grow a forest.

Don’t wait for me to realize

I don’t have the air

To make it 

But lead me, softly

To the dream

I most desperately wish to trod.