Amen

I love the version of myself that exists outside of you

The holiness that threatens your very moment

of solitude and rapture

I am awakened by your share of audacity

I wonder how long it’s been since you worshipped yourself

How long have you been keeping this a secret?

None of this makes sense and that’s okay

Because when you hold the part of yourself that aches for glory

I will be here to catch your aftershock

I will be here to hold you

I am walking on a memory of you swinging at the park

And the little girl who you used to know is cheering you on

I am not sure if I can do this sober but I want you to know

I am here for you

I am with you

I am you

In all your flaws and things that make you unlivable

I am with you and I know you are with me

Because we are the same

I don’t know who I’m talking to

But I hope it’s you

amen