It’s never easy
to believe,
to stand
in the face of fear,
to understand
that you will never understand,
to break in pieces
and return whole.
To sail the oceans,
get lost on water,
be set adrift
and taken under,
broken and battered
by the waves
and wash up on shore
alive again.
To fight the demons,
to lose your soul,
dragged to hell;
your own creation.
Consumed by fire
and addiction,
wish for salvation,
but suffer so.
And then an sunbeam
comes through the window
and you accept it,
hold the fuck on,
as love drags you
back to your feet;
a shattered person,
but alive.
Lost in the hatred,
terror and violence,
suffer in silence,
regret and sorrow.
Suicide and guilt,
shame and frustration,
ever word spoken
is a broken promise.
Deeds of the hands,
crimes of the heart,
atrocities
live in your head,
but no one thing
can take your soul,
can make you yield;
no, not yet.
One quiet morning,
one amber evening,
one midnight silent,
you will hear
the sound of someone,
some familiar
drawing near.
Tear out your needles,
put down your knives,
set down your pistol;
go to the door.
put your hand
upon the doorknob,
turn it slowly
and there you are.
Standing
with the whole world,
all of forever
at your feet.
One step away
from the greatest journey
of your existence.
It’s amazing
what we survive,
what we must suffer,
what we must do;
to know salvation
and adventure
in the unfolding
of the world.
HG – 2018
