Homesick

You spend your whole life

Just to remember the sound

When the world was brighter

Before we learned to dim it down

Call it survival

Call it the freedom of wills;

Where breath is borrowed

Our compass needle stands still

Our resignation only comes on beaten paths

When the world was flat

We dreamt of its edges…

If love’s elastic, then were we born to test its reach?

Is it buried treasure

Or just a single puzzle piece?

It’s poison ivy

Beneath our brave and trusting feet…

But all revelations come to us in recovery

Cry wolf, cry mercy

Cry the name of the one you were raised to believe;

Cry hard, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears

If it helps you breathe

If it helps you

If it helps you breathe