Trines

calm and still in movement.
soft and strong in flesh.
firm of mind
willed by heart.
burning white it felt scared
yet not wrong.
No sin but that of hurt.
it hurt then began.
again another state of perfection to try and stand.
knowing off the pedastal the longest of all never ending falls.
grace.
and i stand yet in both in this moment of time and space.
as does he.
perfections are the flaws i have to cry again.
the fear is good.
the heart burns and the mind is being cleansed.
perfection is not perfect but flawed.
it says.
the lions gate is open and now you stand with in.
ferocious is the hunger,
jagged are the teeth and sharp are the claws,
but are you enough to tame the beast with in.

by Amanda Rose Wolfe