Getting it Out

You cannot make another see what you have inside. Some do and a lot will,
but the one closest cannot. refuses. No one to blame let go of that game.
Cannot lie and say that the magic that is given off comes back in this regime.
Systemic, ordinary, nothing and indifference slowly kills the sparkling vibration.
No sensation despite efforts at personal revelation between dying embers.
When only one can see that the drifting washed away and revealed a new grain.
The cocoon burst and the ghost of who he was she still holds onto but that is nothing.
He cannot remain playing host to the memory of his own ghost when he flies now.
slowly and already long ago it slipped away.
not challenged, not spun around, not taken by hand, not spoken of fondly.
When this is given away and not given back the dancing soul starts to die.
He cannot remain where he does not feel the rain.
He canot refrain from dancing only because she pauses still.
After all this time his light cannot shine any brighter when she holds it too close.
He must be free to let his roots grow and only he knows that way. Thank you I pray.