Reading The Signs Poem by stephanie Gardner

time i ask of you to shield the repeated cycle,
as these distance steps keep me wake from the core that controls my tears,
as it twist the path from the puddles that will forever live as i breathe,
and still my thoughts rush to sail your feet such of all,
gentle echoes of words belonging to the next continue,
lay within this bleeding heart wrapped in baby's hands,

though many tongues of reality the smashed glass in these feet my chance of freedom can be asked beings through black magic,
one position sparks utter shame but movement one creates has dirt on the tears,
my paintings hold the selfish yet purest gun shots,
why i feel beauty within a fresh,
but perished rejection?
knowing the truth,