Breaking Words

I fall between
and beneath
the swollen layers
of me.

This quiet—
echos of past chains
that mirrored
as ribbons
to bind my
wrists.

I want words that dive deep
and pull me from
breathless wonder.
I want hands that soul reach
and lay waste to the voices
that pull me under.

This pause
burns of a smoke that
forgot who I was
and lost my heart
to the wind.

I want to be the fit
that sinks deep
into his silence
and opens
his soul.

I want to be the hope
that breaths life
into the once unheard—
and the amazing grace
that break words.

There’s a space that’s being held,

where I give you
the moon,

and the moon—

is all you need.

 

 

 

 

*photo by ilo-ka

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