Keeping company in the dark
our eyes grow accustomed
to each other’s shadows.
It was shades of gray all along
with shapes less fearful
Let us not be forced
into harsh, unwelcoming brightness
but wait for a more gentle dawn
“La Rebeyrolle (municipality of Saint-Priest-la-Feuille, Creuse, Fr), early morning pilgrim’s departure on the Way of Saint James” Havang(nl) (CC A-S A 3.0)
The darkness passes through me.
It would sour my tongue and poison
my blood. Disdain
from one grandmother,
despair from the other.
Pain finds pain and merges, muddying
the source. Sometimes sinks so heavy
it begs for a name. This gift is sharp,
finding the edge of me.
Let it seep out from the holding
cells, deepening my breath
to make room for the shadow.
Unlocked space is forgiving,
gentling the nightmare in my bones.
Drawing lines with the light,
the chosen pieces of me rise