a door is not a window. unless it is.

do you see this
fierce
icy cold
piercing
determined

HOPE
in my eyes?

do you feel this
beat
smooth as the wind is strong
round the corner of my steering wheel

JOY
pushing out my fingertips?

do you know this
jesus
kinda prayer breathing
life as a step and another

LOVE
fleshing out this journey?


do you?
it is consuming me.