Can You Tell.?

 Baby this grip is slipping,
My feet are walking away.
Can you tell?

I can't stand the chattering,
My eyes only observe.
A stance frozen in anxious rocking feet.
Stiff and questioning.

I don't know if I comprehend.
Is it really that easy to express?
Showing all your soft spots,
The weaknesses you try so hard to lock.
..I can't even cry alone.

Yet can you see the dimples peeping,
I enjoy the small things.
The almost invisible,
But they shine the brightest,
In the darkest closets.

I might have a light guiding,
But all miracles shade to grey;
When tainted with some dirt.