crucifixion

all ways
we find the pieces of our brokenness
when for healing we walk the wounds
of others. and after the healing. it catches on us.
each broken piece. and we look
for darkness. we look for where darkness sits
and cry—and br
e. .a..k
eli eli s...
God-forsaken?
each time we carry ourselves. we
fall
at the feet of a rapture.
ruptured!
the night still catches on us. the night always catches on
us—
how it is difficult to walk through our
own darkness. we
light others. we light the darkness
and the more we wish to open that we may find healing
we are nailed to a new cross of hurt—
hot.
halt!
we answer again the call to salvation
we pledge.
blood. bones. and water
we are so much light. so much light and we do
not know how to light ourselves. we remain nights—and
the night is choking our lungs.
death is knocking. and
we are not saving ourselves
yet we haste. like an incomplete february.
too quick to strike a new march for a dying calendar.
yet the night catches on us. and we look
for darkness. we look for where darkness sits
and cry—and br
e. .a..k
and to find healing. is another road to
crucifixion...