Sometimes, I think we all just need to be held
in the in-between places that fissure and fester …
that feel one word or deed away
from shattering our resolve
c o m p l e t e l y
On the days when your skin feels too tight
and your heart skips and stutters –
desperately trying to find a rhythm amidst the speed of light
and what’s supposedly
wrong
or right
in a time when there’s no such thing
Sometimes, I imagine a golden thread
weaving its way in and out of the dark
and frayed pieces of the spirit that we all try to ignore
I try to fathom a light among my heavy, swollen thoughts
that build and fill to the point of brimming
But to be held …
to be wrapped in the promise that
everything is going to be okay –
It’s not the truth of the words that matters
instead
in the end
it’s the hope behind them …
the possibility
that hope is enough
the reality that it always is
this quotable life 