A tangle of wooden childrens' limbs are in my way,
Please, forgive me if I spread you out on the forest floor,
If I flex my heels, splay my heart and strain my toes through your
Humble mistakes. When all I wanted was my pathway.
They suck my skin like glass, man-made but beautiful,
A paradox, their grasping fingers falling through my outstretched arms,
Blind fumbling for myself amidst their silent cries and helpless palms
But I cannot return to them when love is null.