Growing Younger

When I was dumber, I thought I was wiser.
I thank God for all I know now, growing younger with you.

I’ve always been terrified of you fading, leaving.
Your golden glow beaming from tireless blue sirens, your eyes forced me into believing.

I never could accept it, my own reality.
I couldn’t until I grew smaller, younger, ceaselessly dancing backwards.
For the sake of loving you, praising your name.
Every time I’m sorry, you forgive me.

I’ve missed the possibilities feeling endless, being in the wide open complacency in the everchanging.
I’ve held this hope in folded hands and bent knees.

Maybe I was terrified of letting you down most of all.

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