Unsettled

Tired and unsettled, nurtured and held, pain and love, a strange dance with that which i fear to dance with, better to walk powerful alone in tattered robes noble in your brilliance it says rather than dance with danger resplendent in the palace of desire: there is no fork in this road, just ahead with eyes closed or open, naked, stripped of my power, just human, alone. Loneliness sings her siren song and i sway helpless in her cold embrace, no matter how loved and held.