Turn off the lamp so that I may see you,
so I may feel myself
Our own embers are bright burning visible now to soft eyes
And I can feel the heat of my salt stinging tears
Do you know my sadness? Yes, I think so.
This is the very moment I want to turn away
What happens if I wait inside breath and face the hollow man?
If I allow the scream?
If I walk on shards of glass instead of around and away,
will you wrap my bloodied feet in the end?
Because I cannot turn away and there is nowhere else to go –
I am my own ground.
All I want is to know my light
Come with me –
After all, we are all tender bags of bone and light,
light and bone.
It is not easy to stand on our own ground and see our own light, is it?. It is good to invite company, and sometimes that is not so easy either. I love your poems Hannah, they make me muse and ponder.