To Whom is Brave Enough…

 

To whom is brave enough,

May I first initially apologize for the trek you have traveled to find me in this kerosene-drenched, half-burnt hut you enter, my great white knight… Please watch your step and do carry your sword close to thee…

Unfortunately, childhood fantasies and tales I no longer believe in. I am quite disengaged and dissimulated from the kamikaze, short-lived, and ephemeral snap shots the lenses have captured as  I have been plunged in and out of complete destructive nothingness.

 I am apologetic for the disappointment that I may endow on you, with my mute, cataract pupils and half- dimmed eyes. I have been coarsely scooped and injudiciously fused back together… My stitches are encrusted and clumsily healing back together slowly, jointing my abhorrently gashed heart with affliction.

I am stale pastry that has been carelessly wrapped in cellophane. I pierce and puncture through the plastic… Blindly and naked, impedingly pulling out- like a newly born babe… Scream full cries, unaware of what is happening and why it is happening.

I apologize.

Please stay with me. I am alone. I am timid. And, I shake.

I wait as the intravenous therapy, slowly infuse medicinal recollection back into my veins and resuscitate me. I breathe in and out nicotine- stained and neglected gaps of breath. Sweet and delicious taste has been desiccated from the several vipers I have allowed to stroke and fondle my notches. Please sterilize me and make me anew. Wax on layers.

Layers of hope,

Love,

And restore my faith…

May I first initially apologize for the trek you have traveled to find me…

 

My kindest regards.