If I can empty my mind and heart of the past burdens
I might see the true color of her eyes.
If I can accept my role in the wreckage,
I might comprehend the true nature of her character.
If I can shed this reptilian skin of guilt and shame,
I might one day sense the warmth of her heart.
I stand on a glassy ridge of an emotional divide,
To my left there are reflections of faces, events and places;
The foundation of all that has led me to my position.
To my right is an infinite chasm for the detritus of my life.
I stand frozen, praying for the courage to let it all go
For in holding attachment in place of clarity,
I shall never in a thousand years know who she is.