Today I need the quiet, soothing sound of numb
last night, truth be told, truth was told.
We got to the raw, we got to the bleeding
we got to the heart of this thing.
We laid it bare, we listened, and we cried
and then we laid it bare, listened and cried again.
Words were spoken with the delicacy of art
brushstrokes etched deep into the grain.
Thoughts and feelings buried deep were dug up from their graves
resurrected and held up to the light.
Wounds uncovered, scars revered
we paid homage to the path that brought us here.
Today we are both within ourselves
yet together in this space.
Carefully navigating the rooms
and the blue print of our life.
We don’t have the answers readily
available on our tongues.
We don’t have the words
that will tidy up the mess.
We don’t have a steady foothold
upon this slippery floor.
We don’t have anything else
except the truth.
We are taking this moment
we are taking this day.
And perhaps tomorrow
we will do the same thing again.
We are digging in
we are moving on faith.
We are looking for something
to believe in again.