The earth yawns wide
A cry parting her lips
A life extinguished; another birthed
A cacophony of tubas threatens to overcome
I gaze into her heart
Alone
Heavenly black hole ice
Earthly black hole fire
And I, lost between the unforgiving rocks and glass
Eyes aloft, stepping gingerly through the rubble
“She’s alone now, released into our blessing”
The dark wind swirls and whispers
My skin glistening with rubied shards
Holding space to witness, to feel
Their stories unfold through me
But do you see me?
Does anyone?
Who will call my name and live?
No one speaks to tools
A placeholder, a bookmark, a servant
The Hand of God upon me because Love must
I trace the words so others might speak
A voice fighting the vacuum
But do you hear me?
Does anyone?
Who will silence my pain and cry?
The one who hurt me beyond lifetimes is gone
Along with the one who loved me most
God finally saved me, but now how do I heal?
Unlocking the gateway, I give, though spent
My shell cracks
Bleeding love, receiving none
Cells suspended by opposing forces
Poised at the precipice, floating in time
What is it to be precious?
Do you feel me?
Does anyone?
Who will listen to my thoughts and reach me?
Evanescence between singularities
The eyeless roar past
Stories flow through my hair
Songs kiss my lips
Words pierce my heart
Searching to be free
The World shockwaves through
Entitled, perhaps
I hear you
I will bear your story
But do you know me?
Does anyone?
Who will hold me in time?
Stripped, I retract
My tongue swollen
Just one more step, one more word
We need you
Then you can drink
You are the Infinite Hope
She knows too well
How I crave arms around my bleeding body
Even her dark embrace
No one appears
Burying my toes into her soft soil
Her caress grounding me, her trees shielding my face
I accept my bruises and thirst and crater to sleep
But do you remember me?
Does anyone?
Who will read my story?
Who will know me?
Who will pull back the curtain and cut these ropes?
When will I be seen?
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January 31, 2023
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