pulpit heart

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it feels like i'm stuck in a loop

and the loop is stuck in some pit

and i don't have enough strength

to try to somehow get out of it.

love descended into this

like a tower of light into a spiral

of shadows, like a beanstalk

of terribly delightful possibilities,

and i clung on, held on, thinking

it'll take me out but no: it was a drill

that dug the pit even deeper and shattered

the loop into a million little prisons.

heartbreak is a strange way to finally belong

but it is a way nonetheless,

the way that i seem to have taken,

the way that seems to have taken me

away from the pulpit of my onlyness,

the way that seems to have taken to me

like hunger takes to availability,

like im takes to possibility.

~ ajay

6/12/2024

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