What words could describe us?
What words could heal us?
What words could find us
in the darkness
and give life to us?
What words could save you?
What would dissuade you
from fading away
in the light?
What words would make it right?
What words would stop you?
What words have caught you
by the wrist,
proved that you exist
and you’ve got to
keep breathing,
keep feeling.
Don’t wall yourself up
in your tower
brick by brick.
What words could show us?
What words could grow us?
What words could break down the walls
and expose us
to each other,
to the elements,
to the sky?
We don’t have to die
staring out across this divide
alone,
and silent.
What words would help us grieve?
what words would help us believe?
Tell me and I’ll write them,
sing them,
help me give life to them.
It’s clear we need
something to help us
see
divinity in each other,
our universe,
our selves.
What words could tell
your story?
Stop saying you’re sorry,
’cause you’re not.
You’re just living
without the words
to tell me
who you are.
HG – 2022
