I'm having trouble
Processing + perceiving
My own existence
Her sickness burning
The normalcy of hoping
For calm, better days
Teasing conclusions
That won't be easily mapped,
Breeding confusion
Leaving contusions
In my shaken psyche, bruised
Truths or illusions
Raising my eyebrows
Stretching my sore collarbone
I barely hear it
That whisper - that small
Still voice murmuring that it's
All right to be content
Within circumstance
That scrapes the edges of my
Personal galaxy
Inside this fragile
Satellite so used to bumping against
Sudden meteors
That voice whispering
Of surviving torrents of struggles
Through loving patience
I am hollowed out,
An earthen vessel emptied
For transcendent flow
Cleanse her molecules
Comfort her aching body
Renew her structure
Until we all can
Breathe in in measured silence
Then burst out in joy