Ghost
I’m always disappearing
Slipping out of rooms
Without saying goodbye
Ghost
Unanswered text messages
Calls with no return
MIA
Radio silence
Ghost
The person who was there
And then was gone
Too silently for anyone
To notice
Lullaby
I sing it to myself when I wander
too far into myself–the first
song on the lullaby album my
mother played when I
was born, so it’d be the first
sound I’d hear.
Sleep sound in Jesus, my
baby, my dear…
I clutch the notes to me like
a safety blanket, worn smooth and
white, a whisper of a childhood
bedroom.
They’re keeping
watch, so there’s nothing to
fear…
The last song I sing
to you when I turn off
the light
May the Lord bless you and
keep you…
squeezing my eyes
shut first so I won’t see
May the Lord make his face shine
upon you…
the darkness smother me
hoping it reaches you and
And give you peace, and give
you peace…
you’ll know who it’s from.
And give you peace
forever…
episode
lost in my own head
can’t find you can’t find you
drink honey and mint
bathe my body in lavender
curl up with the remnants
sleep this haunting away
breath
I wish I could be with you
and not speak
I wish I didn’t need words
just breath
?
To look in my eyes
and see life–
I’ve never seen anything
more surprising
an exercise in self-love
I love the smell
of my own skin
sweat
and sun?
and maybe
just a little
dirt.
airport waiting
airports make me lonely
all the hellos and goodbyes
I may never have with you
but something about lifting off
the tarmac, wheels losing
contact
and finding the sky–
well, that never gets old
airports make me lonely
hellos and goodbyes
we may never have
oh, but the sky–
note from God
these things you believe,
I did not say them
about you.
this is true–
you are worthy of love
(for I made you).
you are not someone to be left behind
(for I want you).
your love is enough.
you are enough.
your love is powerful.
your love can enact change.
your love is not second-rate.
and neither are you.
remember.
a wish
oh to feel
clear-eyed
mind-light
sure-arms
steady-feet
heart-in-flight.
rules for living backwards
There are rivers where there should not be rivers
All is not as it seems
When it feels time to move on
stay a little longer
When it feels like you’ve rested enough
rest a little deeper
When it feels like the path has ended
go a little further
We want to do more than survive this flood