This is Not a Poem

I am not myself
anymore

I haven’t left
this room for
seven days now

just

Who is writing who here?
…don’t ask why anymore.

outside is so sharp now
because You are
everywhere

because
I have been made
so utterly transparent
by Your nearness

because
wonder is the
only decent sense
left to me now.

and I am feeling the effects
of all You
poured into me.

every breath
I have left
comes out to say
thank You.

 

Reviews

[DANGER]

Oh, that's vulnerability and beauty at its best.