it is my heart that keeps me going
may be those tiny steps I took
or that little poem I wrote for us
the rain swept away all that was deep within
and my cheeks stayed dry
for the years of forbidden life
for the passage of time that stood still
for the tunnel that always had light
did I ever speak those words
did I ever say all that was needed
or I always felt short of
one single inch from wanting
one half step from alleging
one tiny note away from perfection…
