These weeping hands are
No longer guilty
Those arching aching gasps no longer endless
The siren call of empty muffled against
My breast bone by the yawning of my now open heart
A sleepy tired thing
bringing new days into my veins
and with
each one
A glittering new way to be grateful
For the sun,
For my body,
For the the grief that reminds me of how to be a person
Tethered but strong
These weeping hands are no longer guilty
But oh, how the sorrow remembers
- Promise you the grief hurts no less than the emptiness did
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC
These weeping hands are
No longer guilty
Those arching aching gasps no longer endless
The siren call of empty muffled against
My breast bone by the yawning of my now open heart
A sleepy tired thing
bringing new days into my veins
and with
each one
A glittering new way to be grateful
For the sun,
For my body,
For the the grief that reminds me of how to be a person
Tethered but strong
These weeping hands are no longer guilty
But oh, how the sorrow remembers
- Promise you the grief hurts no less than the emptiness did