I forget how to say no to you...
Just get into me any way you can; slip in thru the back door cracked open toward you in my head...
Toss the rocks of relentlessness at the breath that still hangs; warm in the window pane...
These are the kisses of the kindness that is you, barreling into me with a gust of wind...
Escaping the grip of my religiosity with the beating drum of a rap beat, against my ear; on my street
You give me miles and miles of mountains; when all i asked for was the sea...
You give me forests and glens, when i longed for a lonely tree...
My undoing couldn't look any lovelier to me than it does now...
And i find that it is my escape and i am finally free from what used to hem me in and hold me close like a slave...
It is in this undoing i am now at rest, and i am finally able to escape myself,and it is so beautiful that i can barely take it
I keep whispering in words unsaid; where is my ram? why am i so unhappy? How is this devestation of my being so lovely to the eye?
But you respond to my unspokenness and whisper
"I need you to choose unhappiness right now,
so that you can see the sad unhappiness of the world,
so you can know their suffering, because their suffering is my suffering;
and I want you to know the suffering of a woman who comes home to a husband that she is stuck with, one that's painful and mean,
The pain of a man with hardly any friends, and no one to come home to,
The pain of a man who can't walk and can't speak but whose brain functions at levels of genius,
The sadness and overwhelming unsatisfaction of someone who literally has no clue the hope I hold for them,
The sadness of a man and woman who think they can't even call themselves mother and father anymore because their child commited suicide...
And so they don't know that they possess those names in this moment,
The pain of the women with babies surrounding her and smiles sickening her everywhere she turns, toys tumbling over in her friends homes,
and all she carries home with her is her barren womb,
Consider my child; the person who fell away for a season and found their way back only to discover they have no one left to love them?
The bridges are already burnt..."
So many layers of pain in every person, so much grief...
This is my opportunity to see with eyes and hear with ears that are open; that are able to see and to hear...
Because if i can see; that means i can possibly know; and that means if i know, I can love...
