When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.

𝐹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎  
𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁'𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝓎
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈
𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁
𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒      
𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈
𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈  
𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒
𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁'𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝓎

warble garbled
a poets throat
strangled dust

in tune out of tune
ancient fire

poetry

taking too much
eating too little
cutting too deep
being too shallow

i don't think
my parents will accept me
if they found out who i really am
cold blooded
heart-scarred
and frozen over

Look who's talking
Badly about me
He tells me that I am
A religious fanatic
That is wrong
Because that is not me
Also he doesn't know me that
Well
That is the truth
I was born a Christian
And I will die as a
Christian
Yes I pray every night
For my Father
Before I sleep
It only takes a few
Minutes to do it

tracing wind through its effects
invisible breath heaving chests
silent spaces filled to the brim