Grounded

You practice an act of subtlety
Because you wouldn't lead me to think
Your love is premature
Greater ones than you
Have fallen into its death grip
But my perception may be skewed
I will not be swayed
By the illusion of fortitude
Your diction is not enough
To convince me of your loyalty
Keep your hands steady
And your eyes straight in front of you
To counter your swift descent
Everyone makes their way down
To those grimy depths of doubt and disbelief
Are you strong enough
To assail your false conceptions?
Will you bring despair to its crooked knees?

Cara Hawkins 9-22-09