finally

When I overheard you talking, you

sounded like a stranger.

I wasn’t sure

at first

who was speaking.

what a relief

to be free

of

familiarity.

some month past, probably

I still love you I still love you I am desperate to let you know

But I cannot if I want what

God has told me is the way to go

I still love you and that means

Goodbye

For now

Is it all a loss, or can we

Make beauty from the chaos?

Take shards and snarling

Breaks and aching

And make them our own ground?

Can we beat the trouble into solidity

Build our homes upon the rock

Never have to shake when storms are here and

We cannot breathe or blossom?

Past

Why cry, why wonder

If nothing matters less

Why seek a truth long past,

Long since crumbled to dust

Long since left and destroyed

Why try to make it relevant? Why try to keep it

Potent

It’s pointless poison

Long abandoned and

Forgotten

Let it rest

My friend

How terrible, they chitter, how awful this is

they speak of things that do not yet exist

They are mourning her now but she’s yet

To give in

All they do is talk, all they do is whisper

Their heartbeats do not slow or pace the lonely halls

The way her family does,

Wondering

20 years old

Will she really leave us like this?

Contrast

Do I tell people about my struggle

About the suffering I subsist of?

Is it wrong, to say my atoms are made from pain

Woven bundles of cracked glass and veins;

Or is anything less

Cowardice?

How to hide from the night that parades as day?

How to look into other eyes and do anything but say

What is true of my life and its heart?

How can anyone trust the light if I never let them feel the dark?