Blown

Thumbnail image is of a William Morris design

You won’t leave me alone, but I am alone. “I am” completes a holy moment, I am. You are the small thing. You are the candle. You are the light-winged thing, you have no need of me. And I do feel you, at my back.

This is a time when you could give voice. This is a time when you could give voice, if you care to, if you care to. If you have something that you need to be released in our loving arms, of your mother, your mother, your mother. Something you’re carrying on your little shoulders all alone for too long.

You are special string to me. Even though I know you’re out of key. You are a special thread, with a place in the whole part. Even though you lost your way, through no fault of your own. Yes, it’s through no fault of your own.

And boundaries have been blown. And what are you supposed to do but give witness to what is done when the boundaries are blown? It’s not your job to not be broken and fallen, it’s not your job to not be broken and fallen. A unwanted reminder of what really happened, the truth of this world! How dare they, how dare they do this to you. How dare they then try to disappear you to hide their own crimes! To hide their own crimes, to hide their own crimes.

It’s your not job to not be evidence of what they did. It’s not your job to not be evidence of what they did.

I can see it’s been blown far beyond where it should have been blown. So far beyond the lines, so far beyond the lines, of course you’re damaged, love, of course you are, of course you are! Of course you are. Of course you’re damaged, of course you are.

So speak your mind, love, if you want to speak, if you want to speak, if you want to speak your mind. We’ve got nothing but time.