IT WOULD BE NICE
It would be nice to belong,
To be named and known.
It would be nice to stay in one place,
To be relied upon.
It would be nice to feel at home,
To know what that is.
It would be nice to belong:
to myself,
with you,
in the world.
A SOUL’S SLUMBER
Could I rest here a while?
Peel back the layers of exhaustion dried onto my skin.
Wring myself out of all the weariness.
Hang up my arms and legs to dry.
Submerge my eyes in eternal darkness.
Knead my brain like dough,
Massaging out my melancholic memories.
Could you sing to me a while?
Remind me of beauty, remind me of love.
I’ll let your words wash the bad thoughts from between my ears.
Could you hold me for a while?
Take the weight off my inner scaffolding.
Lifting me up so I can see above the clouds.
Pump my lungs full of air and let me float.
But hold me, still.
Don’t let me get lost.
Help me put myself back together, by taking me apart.
Me performing my two poems at the Writer’s Collective event
My exhibition