16-24

Straddling my fear and fantasy
nature battling nurture
living less, but safely, immersed in my head
feeling an anomaly–no fit or niche
doubtless of worth
assure of need
but strapped on a real world see-saw of oh-so-close-to-the-skin nerve endings

Gazing wistfully at the ones who made the leap
those unencumbered by fear of fall into the dreaded abyss
is the miracle the intersection of our paths?
or more the lovingness of acceptance?

Bathing in the sacred and enduring the profane
the resolute bond of love amidst the passing of momentary dislike my longstanding ignorance

The impetus of connection–generated from strength or weakness?
but, of love, does it matter?