All Along
So many nights I've flattened out
limp and languid,
the faint static in the back of my mind
crackling the only name of God
I know,
when my kids shield their eyes from the
kaleidoscopic luminosity of the supernova
they've metamorphosed me into
with laughs, grins, tears,
I understand that
all along
God has been the eighty teenagers
I've bundled in my arms,
while snarling against the blizzard of
joints, bottles, holey coats,
fists, closed doors, triggers, bars,
You can try to swing at me but
"You cannot have them!"
all the while, God's voice is echoing amongst the flurries,
bursting out of clouds bulging with
graphite, hugs, sticks of gum,
and stories, oh so many stories,
You can try to swing at me but
"You cannot have her!"
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
