When I thought I hit bottom
it started hitting back.
There is no bruise like the bruise
loneliness kicks into the spine.
So let me tell you
I know there are days
that it looks like the whole world
is dancing in the street
the day you break down
like the doors of their looted buildings.
You are not alone
who will be convicted of the crime
of insisting you keep loading your grief
into the chambers of your shame.
You are not weak
just because your heart feels so heavy.
I have never met a heavy heart
that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside.
Some people will never understand
the kind of super power it takes
for some people to just walk outside.