July 9, 2017

I found a handful of walnuts

Where my heart should be,

Cracking and

Crumbling

And losing their sweetness.

I found a sandstone wedged

Where my tears should be,

Stinging and

Singing

And gathering moss on one side.

I found myself on an airplane

Where I should never be,

Shaking and

Thanking

God for everything I left behind.