Fatal Help

It’s okay, I continue to say,

To not be okay

Not for forever

But just for today

Waiting in place

For an outpouring of grace

My mind a blank space

Fault written on my face

The hole in my soul

Echoes the mourning toll

To eat from grief’s bowl,

And tread on bare soles,

Connect me to the Earth

Consume the new birth

Can’t judge one’s worth

From lack or presence of mirth

Hiding in plain sight

Stumbled over the body black as night

For her life she did fight

But she’s not alright

My helping hand

Commits her to land

Guilt like a brand

In my mind, thoughts are sand

Slipping away like time

Lost another life

She was never mine,

So I’ll leave mourning behind.