You spare the drama into the living room,
Let it rest and peacefully fall asleep
For nothing can grow when its power is heavy
Nothing bears fruit when God loses the sun.

Sink into nothingness and push the pillows down
At the bottom of the Earth to hold each thought;
Carve the notion of waves into your eyes
Above shallow spots that bleed it all out.

Shake the sin off your new shirt,
Spill the glass of empty promises
Shift your sight below and around,
Catch the light out of nothingness.

You are loved, my dear, for you are here;
You are held, my dear, for space speaks in truths;
Your sins, my dear, are just words on a wall
For the way you see is through your blind unclarity.

Crop the photo and expand the edges,
Let the wind drag them all around
Until the stretch is securely wrapped around you
To hold you, my dear, like no one has.

Try and try and try once more as now,
The well is still empty from yesterday’s swim,
The water gave up on rising towards the moon
You can only dig it out if you must.

Befriending the sea will push the spark inside,
Shadowing the trees will give you warmth
And inside, my dear, the fire rises
In front of those who wonder, portraying you and us.

Shake the mud, scream the pain,
Love the arms, break your name,
Rebuild the well on solid ground
For this desert has lost its soul.

I carve names on my skin with pencils
They write nothing I can witness
The ceiling falls down in slow motion,
Air and water meet once more.

And they shy away to let us soften,
Connect to God within and tell
The story we keep forgetting
Of who we are in the midst of the storm.
The storm is there.