truth unspoken

slower now, quicker to ask for help

but still believing i am functioning

until i see close friends and family

tighten their lips and draw

their faces blank to not reflect

their realization that i am less

i know that labor of attempted

expressionless non-revelation

as i stand beside a precious friend

whose voice is comely but whose

sense of pitch and harmony

functions not with the music

written on the page

it’s love that lets the obvious

be unspoken

i know better

knowing myself unworthy

i find it hard to accept gifts

even the gifts of love and caring

friends and family bestow

but they are hurt when i protest

that i am aware of my shortcomings

my pettiness, my mistakes and

the pain my errors of arrogance

have caused them

but i must smile and accept

though my tears sometimes

betray me and i can only say

what i truly mean

in hugs

unobtrusive

we seldom hear the quiet ones

who see without comment

often without judgment

aware and sympathizing

watching for unobtrusive ways

to remove an obstacle or ease

our path without our knowing

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hangry

hungry, tired, angry with the world

worn to the point of ‘just stop’

in love, we let them just stop

give them time to gather

their strength, their patience

their ability to give again

we give them time and space

to recover the resources they have

overspent in our behalf

will be boys

 haiku

strut their fantasy

tumble in mock fighting, then

boys rise as brothers

la sin duh

haiku

lingering dislike

breeds fault finding when

i can’t walk away