we are not in this alone
we cannot be.
it is not good.
when i sit and stare into the darkness for too long
it turns into all i can think about
all that surrounds me.
when i stretch out my hand
like those famous hands in that painting on the ceiling
i can feel you grip me tight
away with reassurance that you are there
in the midst of everything.
pulling me out of
or you in, too
the darkness i have seen.
the willing heart of one ready to go into battle
for those they love
even when it is over something small.
that is truth, that is honor, that is confidence which
about sharp and poignant like the surprise of a pomegranate.
we are not in this alone.