i have known you
walked with you
seen you walk through fire and get burned
but you believed you wouldn’t-
i have seen others walk the same
but i put worship in your bowl
i thought you were immune
but you are human like the rest of us
skin on your bones love and hate in your heart
balanced- in your eyes i see you have
changed.
not the same fluff in your step
but i envy you
not everyone could have taken that leap into a world of question
so i leave the worship in your bowl
i think you will get through the fire
next time-
