Wrap me up
in you.
Don’t let me go,
for the moment.
I’ve been
exposed,
through a long
and cold season.
Cover up
my wounds.
Let me heal,
let me sleep
inside and away
from all
of this sickness
and insanity.
This world is not
what I thought
it would be.
There has got
to be something
that’s not
this degree
of loathing
and suffering
calamity,
after calamity.
I tried
and I failed,
to open my sails,
to catch a storm,
but it showed me
how frail
we’re born
before
we prevail.
Bind up my wounds
and I’ll try again.
Sifting through
what’s left of me,
knitting my skin.
Setting my bones,
safe
with you around.
Just about ready
to try
one more time.
HG – 2021