there are times when your heart seems to spill out of your head
scattering broken bits & sentences, as you try to speak
to complete a well structured thought, composure seeking, eyes dry
standing firm on the basis of a hope held inside.
there are times when your lips split and blood pours right out on the ground
from hours of sleeplessly searching the town
from minutes and moments you counted not lost
and those you kept dreaming, would awake in the frost.
there are times your steps trembled and muscles did ache
from hearts pounding, breathes bursting, barefoot & blistering
through the hills you went looking, all ye faithful careening
stumbled
tumbled
bumbled
so open.
so clear.
so free & yet so
contained.
"Faithful" - Me'shell Ndegeocello
