Sunday, February 2, 2014

Time backs up
fists balled
cornered in relief
like she's been waiting patiently all her life for this.
tears mixed in equal measure of joy and grief.

I was not asleep
yet I was dreaming,
you were mercy's hands
holding that place where I could not reach
where I need
where I breathe
and shit gets real.

1 comment:

  1. Ah, yes, it does get real, and sometimes a little quickly. Sigh. Nicely done :-)