Sanctuary
My hair becomes the dirt
My hair becomes the dirt
But I don't care
As I let the roots absorb me into their grasp
And swallow me whole.
The bitter taste of soil on my tongue
Is nothing
Compared to the emptiness
That sours my insides.
The flowers in my gut
Are vines of poison ivy
Sifting their way through my bones
To find my soft spot
And infect me until I scrape away every part of what made me
Whole;
What made me
Good;
What made me
Smile.
My pure and beautiful sky
Is far away
As I am sinking
Sinking down
Through layers of mud and hurt
And moments I thought I buried long ago.
My shining sun
Please take me back!
Oh surface, I call to you
Please hold the rope that lines my neck-
I don't care if it kills me
As long as it takes me back into the light of my love!
Oh my love,
Oh my love.
I hope the sinkholes never find you;
Here I am washing away the clumps of nothingness I let grow upon my aching flesh
Scrubbing til I'm beautiful enough for your hands to feel safe upon my back.
The underground is nothing like a safety blanket
Even sheltered from the storms.
Please lay yourself upon my pillow
Sleep and hold me above the ground.
Don't let my hair fall out
Don't let this tongue of mine taste
What it's like to feel like worthless words
Spilled out and dumped in a grave of bitter soil.
Bitter, bitter feelings
Wasted fleeting moments
When I could have grown a garden
When I could have had the heart to tell you I need help;
And spell it out in daisy petals
With shaking hands-
Let you look upon my struggle as I was
As I am
Just pulling myself out of the ground.
I've not yet reached the point where I can grow my own happiness
In the backyard of my home beside the dirt
But I'm willing to make it work,
To transform that patch of ground
Into what can become
Our own place
Of color and life and flowers that will resemble our unchanging smiles.
Beneath a beautiful sky with a brilliant sun,
My love can grow with stronger roots
Than any that come to pull me down.