Peace, I leave with you.
terror against this heart,
kindness I fear middle of night.
I turn my face to meet the dark,
gaping, pressing, void.
Do not be afraid.
I await booming voice,
blazed, burning look
until I am dust.
I am the little girl
sleeping at grandma’s,
in her mother’s old room.
You are staring inside
these blues scared
someone ever forgiving
considers me worth loving.
I don’t know when I started
facing the wall, convincing
myself: He can’t see me,
this wall will protect me.
I know someone watches
my trembling, loss of breath,
drifting only to abruptly wake
murmurs begging, please not yet!
Last night. I heard cry, peace!
I go back to grandpa aching
this sentiment, overwhelmed.
Solitude, hush, my whole being
quiet. Your hand over heart,
a sad joy stretched small
blessing face, waiting
my ask, show me my
condemnation
pierced
wrists
scarring
loyal
skin.
