Soul Cry
Collaborative Effort with Tre L. Loadholt
*Musical Selection: The Pointer Sisters Yes, We Can on repeat.*
You wanted me to crumble —
you figured I would. wither away, dust in the palm of your twitching hands, but, I willed myself into a steam rolling ahead in dangerous places, unafraid to show you just how much I can bear.
Free-spirited, yearning with desire, I can see you captured by the evil of your own tongue — latching on to the bitter words slipping through your lips. oil and vinegar in water, imperfect match. I can shake you ‘til you loose the swollen souls in your belly.
Go on and cry out I hear you.
here we stand the ache you want me to be because, i always am negotiating what used to be this will not turn out well i need a hum and a drink smoked into a southern song
you, my love, are off-key.
splendid abandon i must move forth that place, where i give more than i take entangled in your misery my song, not my own like steam, from a pot of beans or waves rushed to the shores i will be making my own music notes to still my mind my mind gets the least peace
And, there is no stopping the raging thoughts, when a cry waits, it builds into ages of pent-up anger waiting for the perfect moment to exit.
I allow it a safe space amongst brittle bones and worried lips. gently, I lose myself one tear at a time.
tears turned bodies of water waters that like life and honey honey that soothe and heal no more cries of rage gray mists and flooded fields tears for you shall i cry
no more.
i allow the trickling streams amongst praying clouds beside pond turtles cicadas, locusts, and butterflies i lose myself in spiders that weave webs overhead