oh beautiful darkness,
full of light,
with the grace of God, I have my might.
no more shortcuts, nothing too small or tight.
however, there is room for fright.
But I feel present,
as I am not ahead of my time,
nor behind it.
I’m here,
and I’ll stay here!
the pain you give cuts deep,
but the sweet aftertaste keeps me steady.
the silence runs deep in my veins,
flowing breathlessly … aimlessly around my heart,
securing it in place.
In doing so, it preserves the baby roots of wisdom.
and from there, it patiently awaits its humble growth.
Poetry