talking to this itch…
It’s hard to say when I’ll be back
coming from a place I haven’t left
When the mood quivers?
when the dam breaks?
when the heart beats ?
reach toward the sky
climb out from under the stale air
nothing is left, nothing is left
growth needs nurturing refreshing freshness
a change of skin
something never experienced, is that possible?
the death of silence
that’s the prayer request