clinging upward

I watch her heart

reaching to grasp

what it cannot hold

clinging backward

as forward doors

begin the swing shut

 

and the aching rips raw

for her to know

there is a gate

waiting for her knock

 

there is peace

I have known

as I cling upward

so deep, so wide

it can not be imagined

 

but my tongue is still

words do not come

just tears

joining the rest of the broken redeemed at Emily's