Saturday, August 09, 2014

a profane faithfulness

blunt pressure
fire licking at the walls
this here foundation is threatened every day

lungs smoked
ache penetrating your back
and now you know what it is like to be tired in your soul

it is true that love is risk
and that family is pain

and, too, that it is worth the injury

as you learn what faithfulness and love truly are
amidst those who understand you in all your profane
broken bits and foul nature

your hatred is unhidden
but the love rises unbidden to you

every day.

*Please know that I am not condoning abuse,
or saying that family and/or love are always worth the pain.
This poem is merely personal expression as it relates to my life.

No comments: