I Have No Steed

I Have No Steed

I sit here in silence, and think of you.
I have no armor to strap to my body. 
No steed to mount and ride to your rescue. 
In fact the dragons I face are in my mind and there for my therapist to toss about.
 We know so little about each other, we’ve spent such a short time together.
 You may posses the skills to read me like a book, but as for me?
I am at a loss.

So I have tethered myself to our friendship, and hope.
All these dragons can’t be here to stay.

I have stood on a mountaintop and enjoyed the peace and solitude.
On the cliff’s edge I have stood firm, a rock with few needs or desires.
When I am not with you I can deny how you make me feel. 
But when I am with you I have no doubt.
 
I look out the window at my roses. They are so beautiful. 
They have a rough imperfection about them. 
Their thorns are a weak defense against those who love them.

I hope. Oh I hope you see this in me.

There are better men, with stronger backs and greater minds.
I wear my imperfections about me like a shabby coat.

For you I’d tear down all these walls.

And hope…