The Echo or the Answer

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I choke on garbled thoughts

I grind these teeth so they do not

Escape

I chant to myself that I am

Not solitary but I can't hear

Myself

I want to believe it

But the snake sits across my collar

Hissing

That I am alone

An island no one can

find

A gate no one will open

A song no one will

Sing

This is the empty cup I hold

I whisper I am full I am full I am

Full

Of color once

Paint drains from this canvas

Marble

Is softer than my voice

I have better luck believing inside

Cathedrals

Where beauty rests in a story old

I've been burned before by

One

Who saught sanctuary in these walls

I open the doors again and

Pray

That I've found an angel