You are a chapter of my life
That refuses to end
A fixated character
Always lurking in some dark corner
Desperately awaiting
To reveal your face
I've built bridges and roads
to avoid your path
You burn them down
Collapse them to rubble and dust
From which they were born
All the words I write
To seek distance from you
You shred them all
Spread them out
Like ashes in a wildfire
However you don't stand alone
In your guilty stance
For I too am guilty
I allow you to control me
I set myself victim
To your charm
But maybe one day
I shall be born with carpenters hands
I will build that bridge you see
One that can't be washed away
One day
I shall write you
Out of this story
Called my life
Kay Gardner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carpenters-hands/
