“the way i feel much more than others,
the way pain has taken root,
the way skies will not part–
i want the grays to turn to lavenders,
shattered breaths to satisfied sighs.
all, it all, is too big for me.
how does a soldier carry weapons,
when their best is empty metal?
does he hope a brother along his way
will help his bloody hand?
i try to understand–
all, it is all too big for me.
deep in the overwhelming bigness of life
and its sea of doubts,
is a little pearl named Hope
how i want to find Her
and string her around my neck.”
alas, hope, show yourself. xo