And a voice answered and said, ‘Who is there?’
The lover replied, ‘It is I.’
‘Go hence,’ returned the voice;
‘there is no room within for thee and me.’
Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,
‘Who is there?’
He answered, ‘It is thou.’
‘Enter,’ said the voice, ‘for I am within."
“You let him in. And you don’t do that with most people.”
I appear uncomplicated at first
But I am a puzzle to be solved
Because I will not give you all the pieces at once.
You have to earn them
by proving you won’t just throw them aside
by proving you will hold my jig-saw mashup of hurts and
help me hold them together when the pieces start slipping through my fingers.
you held in your hands all the pieces
and instead of trying to fit them together
you handed me more pieces,
with jagged edges
that don’t fit anywhere
and left me
And watch two men washing clothes,
one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.
Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there’s really only one work."
There are cracks in your skin
Where you let the demons in,
And they bled for a while
but now they’re closed,
held by sewing pins.
nine years later the stitches
Started to itch, so you gave in
undid the thread as you started to pick.
Soon enough, as it always is, things began
to unravel. You burnt your hand on spilled
Coffee (black) and scraped your pale knees on
knives you balance alone, stones you
What hurt the most was not the pain,
But the fear of losing what you’d gained.