Do not look away

Do not look away
 from my mud covered face
From my regret and shame
My bones are fond of falling
My heart has made acquaintance with the low
My mind, with all the failure

But I subscribe to the faith of rising again from falls so devastating you seem to forget how to walk again
I believe in miracles of phaenixes dancing in the ashes of their own wills
I believe in time and how it creates things from nothing

I believe in the moments that go so wrong and in days so bad that breath itself looses meaning
I believe in broken things that look so beautiful together, laid side by side

Do not look away,
Do not look away while I am crying
I weep not for myself, those are wasted tears
I weep for those who never broke,
And so never saw how the world looks from a thousand eyes and pieces
I weep for those who never felt
The loneliness that God feels
For those who never saw,
The beauty of an empty soul
I weep for those who never stretched out their hands into the hearts of others to feel the stuff that souls are made of
I weep for those who don't know how fear tastes like on a dry tongue and dry lips at 3am
They will never know how the minutes make up the character, or the character, the life.
Do not cringe from the sound of my fall, or how terrible it is
My heart is fond of falling
My soul has made acquaintance with the low