like all of life's journeys, the healing will come to you as if by accident. as if the daysweeksmonthsyears of tears were a guardian angel gone missing, a show of twisted, dark divinity.
but upon your guardian angel's return, you will no longer want to join your brothers in the clouds. you will feel heaven on this wicked earth for the first time in years. you will suddenly feel all of the things that you had not felt for daysweeksmonthsyears.
your escape from the venomous clutches of pain will feel like the untrue truths that you had prayed for for daysweeksmonthsyears.
one
after
the
other,
the daysweeksmonthsyears will begin to feel like days. and weeks. and months. and years.
YOU ARE READING
nowboys.
Poetrywhat makes a black life matter? and who must it matter to? a novella in verse. a poetry collection. words. whatever. © 2020
