- Poetry & Prose
As A Child Stands
My heart has often been burdened by the thought of its own faltering. So it falters more.
I sought to mark myself out as a youth, so I grew old in spirit.
And while my vulnerability had not yet dawned upon me, I broke many times.
Dry, crackled, and bare skin exposed to the sun.
Dry, crackled, and bare skin exposed to your hands, your penetrating gaze.
Caught between breaths by your hunger. Caught between words by your judgment. I let your eyes bear themselves upon me.
I was a child then. So I stood
as a child stands
and you did not hesitate. A child disregarded.
Things grew thin for me. The streets rolled on
and I stay caught
in the sun
in your hands in your gaze.