keeping me alive
Your voice rests in my ear
Reminding me that I am loved
Not for my hair, smile, or gifts to you
But for the self that I am
The sum of my parts
You love my broken pieces
Just by being present
You show up when I am lost
You are the rope around my ankle
when I go into the darkness
masking itself as the holy of holies
and when I wander off into
the darkness that would swallow me
I wonder if you even know
that when I would traipse over
to the dark side
tempted by the siren's song
Your voice calls me back
Into the light
I know not how or why
But I pray you keep calling
Lest I die
In my skewed solitude
Wooed by a haunting melody
Drawing me away from life's light
(for Valerie)
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