Tuesday, April 23, 2019

no small thing

this one small thing
that bears such weight
whispers in my ear
without ceasing

i hold this secret
beneath my tongue
afraid to speak
its truth a knife

i place each word
with great care
precious and sharpened edges
set in rows like teeth

not every smile is
a smile, a warm embrace
a thin comfort
while laying in wait

i can count the moments
as blessings; they hold me
against the sorrow—
i wonder what they’re worth?