at first;
i don't think they understand
the gravity when i say to them
'i can't manage
one good day'
when i say to them over coffee
'i'm spinning so fast i can't
see'
at first;
i don't think they understand
the weight of the words
that fall from my mouth after
they ask
'and how are you?'
but then;
the words i use are tart
nasty dark things to say
'not so good'
or even 'i don't know'
isn't welcome in bookshops
on the way into the classroom
or even in the churches
the gravity
the weight
the words stir something up
inside of them
burn their tongues
set their minds ablaze
they dash the spark out of me
afraid it will catch
but i keep it going
feed it
with truth and the ugly little things
because
i'm more afraid of the dark
i guess this is how it feels
to be told
'i really don't understand'
- from Nie