brave.

i wish, i could write like you
when you write just what you feel
exactly what you mean to say
you throw yourself in
whilst i, wearily watching
divulge in the light-hearted
and the meaningless
clinging to the edge
looking down
at your bold hands
passionate and brave
perfect words at your disposal
sculpted graciously, outrageously
into the art of the true
the brutally honest, with a sigh
achieving the contented grin
you display so well
whilst i, wearily watching
have no words to twist and shape
these thoughts run too deep
emotion like a tender wound
you play with pain
i shy away, at the last moment
for once, the pen pauses
waiting for its master
to get a grip.