True

I cringe sometimes
When people tell me
What is true

In a way

That’s true only
For them

Because

If what

You believe

About God

Isn’t true

For everyone
Every day
Of the year 

Then
It is not
True

If what is true
The day
Your house
Was built
Isn't true
The day your house
Burns down

It isn’t

True

 

If what is true

The day

Your baby

Is born

Isn't true

The day your baby

Is lost

It isn’t

True

Still it’s hard

For people
Who are sure

That their true

Is truer
Than mine

To admit that

Lives are different

Making thoughts

On truth
Different too

Song

In my heart

An unformed song

Waiting to be sung

 

Not now

 

Because of course

What even

Would it be

 

But soon

Let’s Stop

Please
Let’s stop
Telling people
What their reaction
To pain
Should be

When we

Haven’t lived
That pain
 
Please instead
Let’s listen better
To the stories
They are telling

Let’s look on

Their authenticity
With awe
 
And when
Our time comes

Pray to God

That we will be able
To live our own pain
Half as well

Talked Over

Talked over

Looked through

Unheard
Though words
Were spoken

Invisible
Though always
Here

Unheard
And
Invisible

Yet somehow still
I heard me

Somehow still
I saw me

Somehow still
I found me