i used a colored pencil to mark the seam
against the same heel that 14 years before
pressed against the inside
of my belly and made me giggle with the hope of
what he will be.
I used a hot iron to stiffen the creases
and a needle to press through the fabric
tacking up the hem
tugging at my heart.
what’s a mama to do with the bittersweet seams
on one side, the world
on the other, emptying arms
For anyone who’s ever been told to hush, or that no one will believe you, or that your story is too dark to be told.
God knows your pain.
He sees your wounds–and every person who ever inflicted them.
And He will bring justice.
it’s loud out
there, everyone with a sign,
a banner, a stage.
all the world is one, after all.
lost somewhere is
with an embrace for a droopy shoulder
a seat next to him on the bus
a bottle to count every tear
and somehow, armed with only those
He still changes the world.