Reviving a Wilted Rose

Losing balance in a pool of pain

Surrounded by subtle waves

With a hidden secret of quicksand

Just needed to stay afloat but needed a hand

On my tippy toes in kiddie pools

Look at this fool

Am I drowning, again?

As if I was 4, again

Reaching as far up as I could with doubt

Just the rim of my finger tip

All while dreaming,

And praying for a savior grip

A touch, again

The sunset above the water line is reassuring

Reaching is done

Now standing firm in my foundation so we are one

I can take a breath now too

Holding on almost took me down too

I can rest now too

Consistently inconsistent

You were supposed to show us how to be loved

I didn’t get enough -

Love enough

Wasn’t enough

Thinking of the next I love you letter later

The next I miss you letter later

The future I need you letter later

Became many crumbled letters later

Irreparably consistently inconsistent

Can’t wonder how you’ll hurt us next because -

Absence wasn’t our story

Our sentences were unfinished

Punctuation causing miscommunication

Pages ripped down the middle

So many faded stories

Most I’ll never hear at bedtime -

Again?

Questions with infinite answers

Yet none -

Resolutions we were unintentionally ignorant to

That was our story

Captivating yet disappointing

Here’s my short poem- Dear, the man who was supposed to teach me love:

I -

got enough

love enough

am enough