You keep reaching out but come up empty handed.

I know a One who falters and fumbles and fakes, has one eye on the reflection but can't see cleary.

I know a One who wants Something but won't give into It. I know a One who stares into the abyss, willing into it's fate.

But it's only because that One fears.

I know a One who refuses the Hand that will wipe away the anger of unimputable shame.

I know a One who hands have been gifted, whose mind is among the strongest but whose tender heart is safely tucked away inside layers of bittery sadness.

I know it because the layers are translucent.

I know a One that need only take one step forward to a foundation already laid, smooth as glass and warm inside.

I know a One whose only baggage can all be left behind.