*Dedicated to Gaga*
© Tammy Talluto 2017
I see you as you smile while the pain is radiating deeply beneath your skin.
I feel you as you show your face among many, and no one knows the torment that keeps you awake at night.
Loneliness is on top, yet pushed down into the pit of selflessness,
Because that’s just how it goes.
Expectations of what was, adds insult to injury when a new you displays an old soul.
Keep moving and moving and moving until what keeps you up loses its strength and you barely balance on your beam of normalcy.
Time keeps moving almost as quickly as you are. You’re winning and losing, but the balance truly doesn’t relate.
You sing and dance while multi-faceted to what is hidden beneath a broken soul.
I write while what I put forth generates the undeniable weakness of my finger tips. Chin up or fire explodes underneath layers of my skin to my unnatural bones.
Solitude or misunderstanding, all and all it’s the same blackness and sometimes acquired emptiness. It’s all about prospective, but for humans it’s all about retrospect. You can either fall back into that familiar warmth or venture forward.
Keep moving forward is my choice, even while trying to exclude the part of you that tries to dig it’s unworthy claws into you without trepidation.
I do see you. I do feel you. The smile that keeps you from crying. As once the tears start to fall the rampage of what has been running it’s course takes over. You and I both know we’d rather tell it to fuck off, rather than let it win, laughing as we fall down.
May the universe accept what we put forth to end the deterioration of what has been a part of our existence from the moment we inhaled our first breaths in this world.