she and me

She walks in, heaviness meets her. Everyone is there, none of them stare. Some say hi, shoot a smile...but they are quickly back to their lives. Their gold. She is not gold to them.
Walking, empty noise surrounds her. She hears but does not know. She walks but does not go. She speaks but does not weep...the words she'd really like to say. Her weight inside, it's heavy like gold.
Older ones know. They've been there before, or known a flower such as her. It will change someday, she says that's what they'd tell her. She knows they're wise. They hold so much gold inside. But she is not gold, not to them nor to her.

Send me the gold, throw it on me, The weight of all that certainty would lift me up, into the sky, and I would fly away so far, so far that I could see, the ugliness of humanity and what it should have been. I'd fly so hi that I would know, the clouds are better beds for me and mom and dad are fragile too. Brothers and sisters all reading their lines, this is what I want to hear so this is what I'll say. Hearing things from either way will satisfy my cavity and I will sigh in deepest need, but too afraid to ask for ears. To afraid to ask them why all of this falls down on me.

He will come, He'll lift me up, just like He does on every day. Every day that ends with me and starts with my breath being freed. He'll lift me up, into the sky, and I would fly away so close, so close that I could see, the beauty of The Heavenly and how much He truly loves me.

This weightlessness just feels like gold.