Spread your fingers wide, arms raised

towards the sky, like the sun

is pulling you to new heights,

to open spaces now that your hands

are no longer wrapped tight around your body

with impossibilities repeating.

Meet your feelings as peace doves,

treat their wounds, gather up their spilled blood.

Let the daylight soak into the scars on your exposed skin,

breathe in to your love coming home.

What I Don’t Want You to Know About Me

What I Don’t Want You to Know About Me

Here’s what I don’t want you to know about me:

  1. I keep my eggs in a few baskets

so no one can break all of me at once.

  1. I’ll only ever hint at my monsters

to hide the fact they still jump out of my bed at any time.

And if you know about them they’ll haunt you too.

  1. You cannot unknow what I tell you

so I’ll probably not tell you much.

  1. I’d never grow cynical of love

but I’m cynical of you lasting

because life has taught me that most people leave.