Stricken With Purpose

What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers

Not weeds shall grow here

Apices

He’s afraid of coming close
She looks too much like him
The same sharp teeth
The same keen nose
The same deliberate swim

She wears scars so visibly
His brother’s constant barbs
They catch his eye
They call his cape
They yet keep him afar