You, who see through skin in layers
You, who hold fragility in stopped time
You, who have been held by the aching comfort of darkness
You, who have flirted with the unruliness of joy.
You, somehow you,
Are asked to summon steel
To hold the slightly broken, horizon of fragments
into a name
that sits in the chest,
sewn in the belly –
Maybe it is to heal.
Repost from an old blog: 10th-Nov-2016 12:44 am