Healing

I’m untouchable. People think my shadow Has PTSD land mines. They keep their distance, Heads down, Safe behind the line Of yellow Traumatic Hazard Tape. No one wants to get blown to hell. Look what it did to me.   Life gave me chains To wear on my ankles. I broke them and made wind chimes. They sing how the breeze doesn’t blow back But forward. That love always rhymes. I have my storms. Depressions...

What is this holy temple?   A place where we learn to feel better About feeling bad about ourselves Because the music is loud enough To drown out the cries of the wounded Who live in our chests And the sermon delivered With shouts and tears And sometimes dripping with sweat Also hints that we are not alone And we are all bleeding out Into the offering basket together   What is this holy temple?...