in this moment
this place between expectation,
hope, and renewed devotion
there is a time to linger
in the doorway
to light every candle
saved for when they were really needed
to watch the flames stretch
and the smoke circle this rising
there is time to notice
what has not changed
the bird song,
the squeaky mattress coil,
the shriek of a doorway
love beyond reason and circumstance
there is time to lie in the dark
to call back every despair
and grant it passage,
grant it solace
hold its hands
you don’t have to know,
but you still have to go
(you still have to go)
to that part of you that screams to be seen, forgiven, released:
story, pattern, promise,
the shame of being disappointing
and human
(to yourself)
and humbled (by another)
because you already know
what might happen next
the hardest part
the breaking out and through
this place between expectation,
hope, and renewed devotion
there is a time to linger
in the doorway
to light every candle
saved for when they were really needed
to watch the flames stretch
and the smoke circle this rising
there is time to notice
what has not changed
the bird song,
the squeaky mattress coil,
the shriek of a doorway
love beyond reason and circumstance
there is time to lie in the dark
to call back every despair
and grant it passage,
grant it solace
hold its hands
you don’t have to know,
but you still have to go
(you still have to go)
to that part of you that screams to be seen, forgiven, released:
story, pattern, promise,
the shame of being disappointing
and human
(to yourself)
and humbled (by another)
because you already know
what might happen next
the hardest part
the breaking out and through
