I cut my thumb
just a little
with a steak knife while I chopped cauliflower
All week I’ve watched my skin knit itself back together
On the outside of my hand is another tear
it’s older and shallow but healing slowly
I always bump it
washing hands
applying lotion
the scab ripped off yesterday
the gouged skin underneath threatens to scar
these two accidental wounds remind me of my metaphorical heart
and I wonder how I could learn to stop bumping the hurts and picking at scabs
and just let it heal

silver stars are softly shining
somewhere safe their light is leading
stop the wars and stop the fighting
let us journey home

are you lost, forlorn, and lonely?
is your courage fading swiftly?
let thy spirit not forsake thee;
home is waiting; come.

through the darkness and the shadows
heedless of the way the wind blows
undaunted by death, unstopped by sorrows
we choose the higher road

candles in the window burning
watch and wait for your returning
walk through night and into morning
don't stop til you're home

Ah, all these foolish feelings
yet I love myself for all my silliness
at least I have that

My heart is a credit card
almost maxed out
Just like my bank account
I’m running low on love

You must think I feel fine without you
I hate to disappoint you