The Giant

You are a giant
and you've scooped me up
little ol' me
up into your giant laced fingers
you've caught me
like I would catch a butterfly
or a lightning bug
but unlike me
& the critters I catch
you've no intention
of letting me go again

I am a prize
you want to keep
even if we will never connect
in the conventional ways
even if the life you make with me
will never make sense
or feel complete
always a disconnect...

fear keeps you holding on
control, makes you hold on to me
against my will
and selfishness
it robs you
why all the while
you call it gain

little ol' me
I was never meant to fulfill
big ol' you
was never meant
to entertain you
& keep you company
at the expense of losing a life of my own

where someone can hold me
and with my own size eyes, look into my soul
where I can lay my head on his chest
and where a same sized heart is beating, softly
evenly, for me

YOUR heart is a massive drum!
it keeps me awake
it overwhelms the room
like an earth quake....

won't you let me down?
Please, won't you let me go?
I am not your pet anything
I am not performing any show
I feel caged in and kept
corralled and, I've wept
I am waiting
I am pleading
Let me go
Let me go

~C



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