Sacred Space
Listen to me perform this poem here:
Can we be your sacred space?
Not just a cozy home on a winter night
Not just the coolest kickback spot of the summer
but where we listen to your screams and cries
because they are louder to us than the crunch of fall leaves
and your voice is more beautiful than spring flowers
We are your crib for all seasons
We will be there for your bad days and your good days
We will be there for those moments of pining and grinding and every nasty moment afterwards
We are a space you can trust with those moments of lust
and all the hours when you contemplate if you can trust yourself
Believe us because we will always believe in you
Whatever you decide to do
Whatever you’ve been though
Whoever you are
Even if you can answer that question
Week after week learn a lesson about yourself
even if it’s just how geeky you are
Then be unapologetic about it
be proud of it
Let us feel you every emotion through your creation
give our community with the fruits of your wisdom
We nourish our roots
because we cherish the beauty in the blooms
We are perennial: blooming year after year
with vibrant colors that rival a stained glass window
I’ll run it back:
can we be your sacred space?
