What i have

Is a face in the eve

That sends me to sleep

A face in the morn

That wakes me with light

And a voice that speaks

In beautiful small ways

Through all my days;

What else do i need?

No matter what –

It is enough.

More than anyone.

small as a beggard bird
hidden in the darker branches
he receded within himself
lost among the brighter people
blessed by the impoverished rich
with the gift of Hebrew at the altar

“Pray that my donation might blaze
before my fellow congregants”

a dull-eyed charity case
shambles to this holy place
and swells with the presence
roars with the presence
spreading fire like disease
among the innocent and unwary
the least of these
now exalted above all

Some fossils remain hidden

For hundreds of millions of years

Laying safe in the darkness

But eventually

All things come to light

And are studied

I’m digging for fossils

Buried in my black

But eventually

All things come to light

And are studied

To care

To nurture

To stand up

When hurt knocks them down

This is uplifting

This is the manufacturing

Of joy

The greatest burdens of my life have been dark and heavy secrets.

As a child having been sexuality abused, the burden was being told this so-called relationship must be kept secret. People would not understand. I would be blamed and get in trouble. People would be angry at me.

All these lies were designed to be locks holding down the lid that kept in these dark and secret lies.

The longer they were kept in the greater my shame grew,  the greater the weight, until I felt crushed beneath a pile of rotting garbage.

For a child, this was unbearable.

Eventually, when the weight of sadness and depression grew too much, I confronted my abuser, unburdened myself of the lies, and sent him away forever.

The lightness i felt that moment is indescribable and ranks as one of the greatest, strongest moments of my life.

As odd as it might sound, I often think about that moment like I am now… not to relive the trauma but to remind myself in my darkest moments of the possibility of light.

Awaken and send

Good morning love

Into the aether

And find moments

To send

Good night my love

And fill the day

With stolen hellos

Morse code messages

Tapped out in the dark

Boxing is cathartic. I can lose myself and forget the world here. I used to box when I was younger…I need to again.