Am I thankful? No.
Not for the childhood fear, saturating my soul, dreams dripping with it decades later.
For the abandonment of family, wistfully neglecting me with their politics, guilting me because they love me unconditionally while I do not reciprocate. No.
For those that I opened my heart to, tender and weary, to have it reduced in a sherry gravy. Sweet, meaty, salty with regret. No.
Am I thankful for the constant loneliness, company kept only by my tears. No.
You want me to be thankful that the sun still rises each day? Do you know what I see in that sunrise? Another 24 hours of struggling to live, pretending to care about the emptiness of this life. I have no more purpose to assign.
I was thankful once, for someone that gave purpose to all the hurt in my life. And he left me. You do not get to say whether or not it is healthy, when your thanks are rooted in white supremacy.
Go, now, and be thankful elsewhere.
And why hope
When it is equal chance happiness
It’s as if you purposefully poured
The boiling water on your hand
And called it tea
Why create a feast of hope
For those starving for sustenance
And tell them to be grateful
Why do we fool ourselves into hoping
To avoid despair
While inviting it in through the side door?
Why am I drunk on my foolishness
Hoping for a different outcome
In broken voice
I whisper my truth
Tongue heavy with the weight
Words like pack mules
Carrying the burden of trauma
Excavating bits of dismembered heart
Exhuming old selves
The search for the arc of the covenant
Of my soul
Tears rolling down my cheek
Raindrops on windows
“I am trying, but there is no joy.”
“You are too sad. I cannot help you.”
Under the pressure of suffocating atmospheres
Beneath the depths of a crushing ocean
Dragged deeper still by gravity
I reach out
And you said no.
The darkness claws at my sides, I hide under a blanket of loneliness. Where is my wizard, my prince? I cast wards in ways of dreams, safe spaces to see you. Again. Still. My body aches from these mountains on my back. I am waning, waiting to wax. I am bloated, full of you. This night will not break, and the light is harsh. Where is my new moon?
You warmed the bladeBecause you didn’t want me to feel the cold
You pressed the diamond-sharpened tip
Every so gently to my breast
The pressure like a piercing caress
Because you didn’t want me to feel pain
You told me that you loved me
But weren’t happy
To numb me to pain
You wept and the hilt hit bone
Because you knew you you betrayed me
And the only way for you to escape
Was a magic eight ball and a coke
“share with daniel” on its label
The room where I gave my heart
To build your stage
You are now the words I write
And I will with the same care you took
Breaking my heart
I miss you the most at nights
When I remember the best things about you
Lowering my vain shield of anger
I treat you like an enemy
Though you’ve wronged me
You do not deserve the weight of my anguish
You are forever my lover, my babes
No other shall don that monicker
I will grow peace in heart
To hold space, to let you go
Before I raze this into oblivion
True to romanticism, and my heart –
I’ll turn this pain into treasure
I came in on a snapThe hero you wanted
The hero you needed
I fought your demons with you
Waiting for you to stand by me
And help me fight mine
I became a hero
Because I needed saving
It doesn’t work that way
I broke, and summoned dragons
In my pain and rage
Turned love from shield
Now I am the villain