Photo: Taylor Deas-Melesh
I tried to hold you—yet you, were far away:
I tried to speak to you,
But you were not in a happy space:
As I sense your soul nerve hurting,
I listen, hoping you’ll see, that I am here,
No matter the distant, in your moments,
Of musty blues: that silence within—will meet,
Your heart & love will surface in and out of you:
I tried to interject, not to change the subject,
Or disrespect your views, cause truly I wish,
Your pain would be at ease:
But in your indifference, you kept, mumbling,
demanding to get what you need: like a grey,
Morning rain, pouring out unruly:
So, I bend on my knees, asking the Lord, to show me,
How to reach you, and to help you, in your, season,
Of trying to figure out the young woman in you:
Let there be light, I whisper, to surround,
me and to surround you:
And heal your heart, mind, and soul,
Truly be in a state of peace—and let it dwell,
In the deepest part of you.
Empress Journee
