My kindness is my weakness, it always has been.
It’s like I couldn’t argue otherwise, my emotions expend.
They let in a raw sensitivity, one too delicate for this jagged world.
I see my place is in the heavens, my heart’s nature concurs.
I let love emerge, while angels allure. I’m far away from
this earthly plane, its physicality seems to be my pain.
As it is the high I who remains lifted, my soul is
gifted, for time’s illusive, my spirit’s insistive.