I am the dove.
My song is mournful,
a single nerve splitting cry out
in pain
because it’s fucking raining
and pouring
with pressure and bullshit
and there’s nothing I can do to stop it
and it feels like I’ll absolutely burst
before a diamond is formed.
I am the dove.
I bring the water
through tears
and motherhood
and a basket of fresh laundry
that always happens to wind up on the bed,
in a lump,
similar to the one stuck in my throat
from all of the words
that I want to spit
in your face.
I am the dove.
So instead of spitting on you,
I scream at myself
and I cry out to God asking,
“WHY?!”
Even though I already know the goddamn answers.
Because I just want
the clipping of my wings
to commence
so I can finally take flight
and truly soar
the way God has been
preparing me.
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