I’m beginning to feel numb again. Like icicles taking form
of my close relative, burned wood
stepping into my brain.
I collapse in the presence of adversity.
I will become ground you tread on,
I will become barren tree you skip by,
I will become nothing of me but everything of
You have my lifeline, dipping up
and down to pulse almost deplete.
Holes have shot through me
and now water pushes out every crevice,
why have you allowed waterfalls to happen within me?
Why does the night subside and descend
why have I not been given the slightest
aforementioned thought of a time once
present? I see absolutely nothing.
You see absolutely everything.
My face becomes cracked in all direction and
my knees rock the cold surface, light purple bruising
has spotted my kneecap,
this marble-white dress flowing downward into grandiosity.
Be quiet, do not make a
sound in this state.
Vulnerability has taken over
and is flickering inside your center,
you can shift your weight so bruising
does not become fatal,
but understand the cracks,
get to know them because that is your makeup
and it is becoming a story.
Beauty is what you see.
You spell it out and you engrave it
When you gave the word to have
arrows slung at me, you knew the
exact location they would hit and
protected each part of my being.
I scream into the colorless unknown thinking
you were never here, but soft voices lay
beside me and I just refused to listen.
When you fashioned a new system in my heart,
I threw away the manual,
too many words for me to concentrate.
But now it is brought back and I read every
last word of it.
You have broken,
and you have mend.
Grace sufficient in vast quantities and I am living in it.
Pour it out, pour it out, never-ending flow.
Freely do I run now,
freely do I go.