Aug 2021
Falling into
written July 7th, 2021
always a child
never a child
without a face
suspended in this twilight
no-where and in no-time
floating in air
my faith is
the tight grasp
keeping you from
falling into the abyss
where children are crushed
like fallen fruit—
or am I keeping you
from falling into grace?
written July 7th, 2021
always a child
never a child
without a face
suspended in this twilight
no-where and in no-time
floating in air
my faith is
the tight grasp
keeping you from
falling into the abyss
where children are crushed
like fallen fruit—
or am I keeping you
from falling into grace?
One of the pleasures of my strange memory is finding unexpected and unremembered things written in my notebook. This poem is from one of those.
I try to heal, myself and parts inside. It is difficult to imagine how to do things differently, and this is stable at least.
Alternate ending:
or is it grace
you would fall into
if I let go?
I try to heal, myself and parts inside. It is difficult to imagine how to do things differently, and this is stable at least.
Alternate ending:
or is it grace
you would fall into
if I let go?
