We walk the fine line
between what is real
and what we
portray as such

We allow others to try
and fix us
when all we really need
is for them to love us
while we heal ourselves

We hold onto an idea
when all we really want
is something tangible

We are comforted by a voice
yet, we yearn for the touch
of a hand

When we look into
each other’s eyes
the filters are
no longer present

You can see
everything I am made of
and I can
clearly see Y O U.

A dream looks really beautiful
but living the dream as
a reality
is what I believe
we all wish for the most

How do we merge the two
and what steps are we taking
to get closer to that

♥️ Sandy Gordon Frankfort