Nachamu

The conflict of this poem is that I cannot find any peace or comfort in writing it. It feels awkward and uncomfortable. For the first time, I think I will publish an incomplete piece. And find comfort in my own short-comings.
For once.

Nachamu

From where

Will comfort come from

When all of our comforts

Have betrayed us

Batteries dead

Clothing torn

Food spoiled

Jobs lost

Hearts broken

Love lost

Lives take

Can we be comforted

When we feel so uncomfortable

My skin is wrong

I was born in the wrong body

My flesh is a prison

My mind, a locked door

Some imbalance holds they key

But somehow

Somehow

You will comfort me

The world

Has gone a little mad

Stabbings in the street

Distorted perception of love

But somehow

We shall be comforted

All the pain

That

Take Me

Take me

Take all of me

You can have my heart

You can have my soul

Take my sorrow, take my pain

Take my yesterdays and tomorrow

I am a vessel, cracked and chipped

For without being broken

Where would the light shine through

Darkness exists

Simply to be illuminated

So illuminate me

So that I may be a light for others

Mean What You Say, Say What You Mean, Mean What You Feel

It's kind of frightening

To be so honest

To say the rawest of truths

No matter how cruel

Would you rather I sugar coat

And live obliviously

I want to feel like

In every painful moment

So that every moment of joy

Is that much stronger

More to savor

More to enjoy

I didn't expect to feel relieved

But I felt angry

That you had such power over me

To make me feel so inferior

But now

I am superior
And although what we had is lost

And it came at a heavy cost

No longer will I live in a lie

Or cry

Over a boy

Who couldn't bother to say goodbye.