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