I chose myself
So did you. Win-win.
You chose to fix yourself.
I chose to save myself the agony
Of watching your futile fixing
Frustrate you day after day.
You’re not broken, you never were
Your fixing is your recognising
That you want more than this.
Your fixing is your knowing
That your “this” isn’t mine.
So you blame me for your choice
And I defend against my pain
And we stand in battle, back to back,
Facing imaginary enemies
Fighting a war in our minds
It’s a war of worlds colliding
Scattering the shrapnel of reality
Over the ruins of our dream
In the debris, the arresting contrast
Of glow and grey, provokes
Unexpected wonder and,
Startling, jarring,
The realisation of Beauty.
The understanding of Promise.