I’m still breathing
(deep breaths, whenever possible)
Still thinking
(more thoughts than I can put into words)
Until I read a book
(The Cross and the Lynching Tree)
That arrests the flow of breath and thoughts
(my heart asserting it’s proper place)
Leaving only this thought in these words:
Lord, have mercy on me and my kind.
dw
Categories
Here. No words.
becoming flame 