after.

sittin’ alone

happy

it was a long time

since

there was no ailment

within me;

the cliff ripped

when I wasn’t lookin’

suspended over the precipice

terrified

that I might fall

any minute

my hands slippery

eyes full of gulfs

of white sky

my toes

tryin’ to catch

last-ditch rescue;

so I fell

but you were there

by my side

strong, with wings

protectin’ me

from my destructive self;

you knew it all

I could utter one

syllable

and you read

the sentences

pages

of my confession;

I couldn’t tell you

all

I didn’t feel

comfortable enough

to play with this treacherous wind

tryin’ to take our covenant

when all threads

that were supposed to lead

to conclusions

were fogged up

by a thick veil of

lost words

drownin’

in the foamin’ waters of

hopelessness

*

August 2022

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