Holding On
A poem by Chinasa
The evening cracks again - like the last time -
Not how stars do,
Not boldly, not brightly.
Fine lines and thin tempers are much more permanent.
Love scars don’t heal, not completely anyway.
Our relationship is textured like scratches on vinyl.
A song struggles to burn through our egos,
Yet we’re still beautiful and in love.
Time pricks at us softly, but we hold together. If the evening cracks again we will mend it. We can afford a thousands days. We are young and in love.
We aren’t tired yet, so we build fires with our bare hands just so we can shine like the stars do. We will make the love we owe each other. We will tend our garden until our bones say no more.
I have high walls and a soft bed, streams of water flow from me but I’m afraid,
to tell you that I’m not the home you were looking for.
So I pray for your healing and I do not send you on your way. I’ll hold you through the night.
I pray.
Let the night break into dawn.
C.