i've taken a knife to the back, a blow to heart. the lights have all gone out
but in the dark, in the deep
in my filth and in my despair
he sits with me
he turns his face and sets his eyes in me
he pulls me close to his side
and i remember every word he said
i remember that i am his
he will not leave me
he gives rest and strength
he satisfies
so i wait
in the dark
my crooked hands stained with guilt
my broken heart wracked with pain
i wait for strength
and i wait for light
i will hope in your name
for your name is good
your poems are always so honest and beautiful and powerful, Rachel.
ReplyDeletethank you, again and again
in the days like this... in moments like this.... when i read words like these... i am glad to call you friend.... my heart takes comfort and i am glad
ReplyDeleteit was good to read this again.
ReplyDeletei stabbed it violently and I was glad
I stabbed it gladly until red was the new black
I ask for mercy 'cause only he can satisfy