Less than. Greater than.

A Poem

In an attempt to make things workable for all parties involved,

I am afraid

I am making you More Than.

More emotion

More heart

More truth

More meaning.

In this attempt to balance the past with the present

and in making you More Than

I am afraid

I am making me Less Than.

Less than desireable

Less than loveable

Less than attractive

sassy

adventurous

witty
detached

enough.

Why do I do it?

Is the sacrifice of peace and acceptance with self
worth the attempt to give my child something
I did not have?

Greater Than, Less Than.

Who is really to say?

When the veil comes down, maybe it really is you who feels

Less Than.

Less than a father.lover.husband.boyfriend.friend. partner.

And in your attempt to tip the scales in your favor...or even just into balance

you make me Less Than.

I reason with myself over a sink of dirty dishes.

Listing the reasons for and against.Mostly against.

Lack of spirituality, 

what I perceive as a confused sense of sexual identity and tendencies.

chemical dependency.

A talent to often conceal the truth

Emotionally remote

Disconnected

But in a Greater Than looking glass

none of it would matter.

You would still be worth more than 

all the peppercorns in Madagascar.

And I could be mostly satisfied.

Today,

I woke up

from dreams
that cleared the way
for me.