Only One Outstretched Hand Remains... Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Monday morning..
n i am again a slave to the pen..
ready to unravel enough witchcraft to get me through another day..
n i try to shake the faith awake..
but it lies like a sleeping lion across my face..
n becomes transparent again,
because i do not believe anymore..

like our love slipping down the drains of loneley showers..

even though we find each other n deep sleep n hold on like forever
cannot separate us..

n our bodies are distant again...
unconnected..
stars winking at each other across the cosmos..

n the sun shines across my shoulders...
n your still beautiful
but the sadness unravels
n i start to fade into the shadow again...

n reach out to the angels..
but i am to far swallowed..
only one outstretched hand remains...