for Beulah. Rest easy, beautiful girl.
A bottle, a letter,
A glimmer in the water.
Knew it was yours, words from you.
Whilst the world lay asleep,
In a world of our own,
Faded blue, white light,
We spoke in hushed tones,
The midnight sea in view.
Our eyes stared upon the waters,
Our hearts spoke of tales—
Of how you found yourself alone
In a sea of people,
A strange numb to the love around you.
I know what it is, drowned in darkness deep,
From the head to the heart and bones.
But you and I, in the dead of night,
In His light, we're no vessels, no slaves
To the ghosts that haunt me and you.
Darling, know you're never alone.
In a world unwell, a place no better,
We're no victims but fire starters.
So pour out the tales of your heart,
When the world puts up a fight;
Let me in, I'll listen through.
So hold on, little soldier.
Scarred, scathed, hearts burn brighter.
Here I'll be. I believe in you.
And when you look up,
Know He does, too.
YOU ARE READING
(un)quiet
Short StoryBoth fiction and nonfiction, this is a glimpse of the things that float about my headspace, of the things that, despite my external quietness, won't shut up within. This is a taste of the things I write--cathartic and honest to myself--the real me. ...
