Skyla GM

Skyla GM Sep 18

Eww

Hawaiian Cockroaches
I don’t think you realize
how enormous they are here.

Larger than any insect
has the right to be—
they march across the floor
like entitled tenants,
paying rent in terror
while I cover utilities.

Skyla GM Sep 9

Daring

Don’t mind me,
daring to do everything
you told me not to.

My deliberate disobedience,
my obstinate confessions—
I will not be
your docile thing.

So be it.
Let the dam break free;
its waters were never meant to be caged.
Let the reservoir
drown everything.

We were never your docile things.
I was never your docile thing.

Skyla GM Sep 4

Silly Me

Silly me—
I believed that
you Christian leaders, you,
the ones that I knew,
were different than those others.

You would never
cover up
a scandal or abuse.

No, not the Christian leaders I knew.

Silly me,
to believe such
hopeful things—
when I can see even those
Christian leaders
in red hats
have built their stages
on perverse facts-
of abuse and ****
and scandals too.

Silly me, who thought they
were different than you.

Skyla GM Sep 4

Soar

Did you know
that clipped wings
grow new feathers

and soon enough,
birds can soar
again.

Skyla GM Sep 3

Born This Way

I must have been born
like this—
right?

Born into this body,
this meat, this carcass,
this breathing, living
thing.

Born into light,
with light within,
for the light.

A light-bearer stands
in darkened fields.
And only there,
in shadows deep,
the light she carries
can be seen.

I walk toward her,
carrying this body,
carrying my questions,
searching for answers,
for relief,
for the source
of this unsettling light.

I must have been born this way—
right?

Skyla GM Aug 25

My Anger is Holy

My anger is alive.
My anger is holy.
It is not destructive,
not evil,
not uncontrolled.
It does not consume—
it creates.
It creates justice.

It grows as a tree grows,
toward the light,
toward the truth.
It rises in strength,
in steady determination,
branches reaching wide,
casting shade over all
who seek its refuge.

My anger is breath—
filling my lungs
with the fire to endure,
to press on,
to press on.
My anger is courage.
It is the sword I raise,
the armor I wear
beside peace, beside truth.

My anger is holy.
My anger is alive.
My anger is my own.
It is mine.

Skyla GM Aug 23

Without

The world continues
Without you
Even if you wish
It would wait
Stop
It doesn't
You can beg and plead
And cry out in anger
but
The world continues
Without
.