Observing and willing and wanting, yet sporadically invited.
Choices. No regrets nor shame.
I’m watching you drown.
Strangled by childhood absences and fatherly goals,
Thirsting for healing to your soul.
Optimism once lived where you now house brothel focused goals in the shadows of unasked questions.
Truth is better unrevealed
Because accountability has no room on an already full plate of unfulfillments.
You must keep me close, recognizing the wealth.
Battles occur within yourself.
Another person, another battle, this time I’ll choose to walk away.
Maybe you’ll allow someone to save you, since you won’t allow me.
I say a prayer, walk away, and decide to save me.