had to shout to

be heard

because the fear was loud

among a whitewashed crowd


from their privilege

love it weeps

when humanity sleeps

while its own soul dies

too much self to despise

wake up, lazarus

death don’t die

we might be covered in ashes

but humanity:



but hope

if i could keep

my heart 
in hiding
to shield it from
the ache of losing
i would bury it
in a deep pit
by a forgotten sea
and sail to the opposite shore.
but hope,
she keeps me daring
makes me brave
so my heart remains within me
fragile, beating.