That’s Not So Bad

You’ve drunk from my cup
but now you can’t swallow life
with your vision blurred
your cries unheard –
unsteadily you reach
to only grasp
thin air.

Breathe life into me
cleanse my lungs
my passions be
restore a faith
which broke –
this fragile me.

If I bent my knees
and looked at you
saying –
that now I understand
how such a puzzled “peace”
I took for granted land
which I once misunderstood
but shall never do –
again.

Breathe life into me
so I can be the same
but sadly –
I know you can’t
so I’ll just be –
a different me.

And after all
that’s not so bad.