I see you,
the warmth of your unsteady grip
as you lead me through the maze
of cracks in you, carved by pagan ghosts
of a crumbling temple.
I see you,
the worn edges of puzzle pieces
flung deep into the labyrinth,
trampled by false heroes
weary of your mismatched corners.
I see
you. Clinging to quiet shadows
as you peer into Pandora’s hollow jar.
And you see
you. Punished by the pressure to be held,
even by hands that would break you.