Kind

Be sure not to 

call me kind. Unless

you mean bravely

accurate.

Keep in mind, I love

what you might be,

given your finely

tuned barometric 

pressurized readings 

of why migraines, why 

dizzy fatigue

minus any other

explanation. I might be

kind and tell you

you have nothing

to fear. Your sturdy spine

stands stalk tall 

before what you fear.

Unless you unwillingly

bend, then I might 

be a different form of kind,

my love come to

a halt. Cobalt we both 

need for energy.

Plenary if you believe.

When I speak to you,

I am no longer 

worried or afraid. 

My hair no longer

in braids. My spirit 

now in aid of your 

shining mind. A find.