"woundedness" poems
That nameless spark
The one that starts in your diaphragm
you think it’s your breath,
but it gets stuck
Chest—hot
Breath—ragged
Heart—taiko beat
But you turned away...
“Didn’t want to start something”
You said
“Smart for you, sad for me”
I said
...Incompatible, I rationalized
What to do now?
Did we dodge a bullet?
Would your woundedness have moved
Through me and left a mark?
Your hesitation has.
“Everyone is complicated”
You told me after you kissed my neck
Do I stay soft?
Stay open?
I didn’t know when you said “everyone”
you meant yourself
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
Yearning, longing, asking — earnestly, do I seek you
Unending, devastating — how long will this parched desert be my view?
This woundedness brings a thousand muffled cries,
chaotic, disturbing lies,
and even more haunting nights;
Nevertheless, I say to my soul, “Arise”,
For one day, you shall see deliverance in Christ.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC