I will raise my voice to speak,
begin to rejoice in my action
even if no one hears me,
for this body houses a spirit
more powerful than the layer of skin
touched by another’s fingertips.
They dip their desire in holy water
whilst I make my mark with pincer grip,
acknowledging your visit to this sacred space,
a ticket stub reminder of all that’s temporary,
you can only ever sleep beside this,
an understudy to my lifelong apprenticeship.
But first, take off your shoes,
this is holy ground
we both need to learn to worship.
I am still not accustomed
to being wanted for my company,
so used to hosting men
in my bed and this body,
the universe expanding
as somehow my space becomes erased.
To be asked what brings me pleasure
should be so everyday.
I may not be convinced of my beauty yet
but I can believe that I am safe,
even as my deepening breath
begs for armour
or out of habit, sleep hesitates,
both waiting up for the decision my heart makes
to trust the hands that hold me.
Know this is all love.
One by one, stars watch as we
fall into moments.
Sometimes the noise inside our minds
seems so loud
we don’t notice life
knocking on our locked door,
desperate to find us.
May I open all the windows,
drill holes in the brick walls,
take the roof off.
Let the universe shape its love into a whirlwind
and I’ll bless the way it messes up my hair.
lay down the weight which you carry,
nobody is owed the heaviness of your soul
and there are other ways to find justice
without holding on to the hard places.
this burden of proof doesn’t belong
to the heart that knows the truth,
whose body shattered into pieces
reflecting someone else’s shame.
name what hurts and let it be,
these wounds may be deep
but do not silence their screaming,
they were never the enemy.
who said you have to do this alone,
healing comes collectively, like a universal truth
and love, it’s time to come home.
You’ve been gone long enough.
I do not want me,
my brain rejects every organ of this body
and bleeds out acid rain.
Joy ran away,
caught a boat across the ocean
now I’m stranded on the bay
with a raft built from rotten wood
and a single bullet
to either bury myself where my soul breaks
or shoot for an SOS.
I’m stuck rooted to the spot,
like a dead weight drowning slowly in quicksand
unsure I rate this life high enough to save it
as the storm cloud approaches along with my fate.
A lightening strike splits the clouds,
allowing space for the heavens to open
as my own hand reaches down.
You came to me as a match,
that one chance to spark a flame
created a candle lit dinner
with soul food to take away.
It’s the risk of burning which tells me I’m safe
building bonfires with the childlike abandon
of a heart who believes
we’re dancing in circles where we’ve already been
and we need no time to waste
all the time in the world.