DAWN'S EDGE

 

Dawn's Dual EdgeThis early morning climbs to dizzy heights,
A blend of anticipation's spark and disappointment's bite.
I turn inward, searching deep—
This isn't some fleeting, hysterical XX-chromosome weep.
No, it's an ideology veiled, unknown,
Where patterns swirl in random dance, no baseline truth to own.I ask for simple courtesies: keep me in the know,
So decisions bloom informed, not left to ebb and flow.
Your wavering commitment hangs us all in limbo's air,
Chasing shadows of what should be steady, ever there—
Constant, consistent, without the need to pursue.I've asked again and again, to hold my place secure:
If evening calls you out, just say—hours stretch for us to endure.
But dawn breaks now, routine as any day,
And in its light, I stumble on your traces, receipts that betray.
Not once, not twice—too many times to tally or forgive—
Your words promise one path, your actions another live.I've faced my own crossroads, truths sharp and unyielding,
Yet never met the walls you claim, your struggles self-revealing.
Still, I've followed through with grace: appreciation's glow,
Thankfulness, thoughtfulness, support in steady flow.
It's not a ledger of scores, but awareness in the fray—
I won't play the fool in chase; that vow I etch in stone today.Forever puzzled by your motives' hidden game,
Why words and deeds diverge, refusing to align the same.