Slowly, slight tilt of the head

Slowly, wooden door ajar

Something isn’t right

I’m trying to love you

I’m trying with everything I’ve got

Still, not enough

Slowly, let go of the thread

Slowly, healing my scar

Something isn’t right

I’m trying to listen

I’m trying to hear the words you speak

Still, not heard

Slowly, rising out of bed

Slowly, following the North Star

Something isn’t right

I’m trying to confront

I’m trying with all my ability

Still, never moving

Slowly, beyond the coast I tread

Slowly, waters rise above my head

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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