Your Move

 
My ever diminishing past
starkly mirrored in my heart
my weakness — insignificance
my isolation — I am so alone

I lived at the light’s edge
that pooled in the night
on the bleak back streets
of the sad brokenhearted

I hid in the anguish
of the loveless who cowered
in the dark forbidden alleys
of the lost and forgotten

this was my heartscape
black as mid-winter night
a chill lightless horizon
no glimmer of hope in sight

trusting for me was toxic
no visible foothold for love
relations had been carnage
scattered lifeless and empty

’til came you — beautiful being
eyes brilliant and so alive
afire in strength and confidence
attracted — I watched you approach

compelled by your powerful aura
I was inescapably drawn to you
to the depth of your essence
I now emerge from the shadows

here am I
vulnerable in surrender
putting aside my doubt
and my pain

open and unguarded
fully exposed
in this moment
I reach to you

it is your move

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rob kistner © 2022

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