Made
by Odin Roark

Been “made” lately?

We all know the feeling;
Modest appearance,
Normal voice,
Honest sentiment,
Trustworthy expression,
But then…

Discovery,
Our efforts foiled,
Our sincerity mocked,
We’re ditched,
We’ve been “made.”

We mean well,
We bare our inner being,
Yet, she/he rejects.

We withdraw into the shadows.
Wanting only of synchronicity,
Engendered in honesty of purpose,
The desire to not want,
But to need,
Seeking only the meld of spirits,
Not of supernatural,
But of humanity’s essence,
That touch that is neither sexual,
Or ethereal.
Merely simple relating.

Oh, such magnificence,
If only more attention
Were paid to the silence,
Where one’s quiet whisper
Awaits its moment to reveal,
Where the elusive goal awaits its resolve,
Subject only to patience.

For we are Queen.
King,
You,
Me.

Most of us,
Being who we are,
Remain vigil,
While others keep running away.