I want to give you
what I was given-


The ability to sit
inside of grief and
know you're held. To
wait until an unknown
salvation. To live in weakness
displayed. To let Hope
pick up the pieces.

This world is broken.
so are we.
You know this.

And we,
the hard-hearted ones
the unlovely and
the soul-ripped. Us,
who cannot save anyone at all,
we, who
need to learn to
hold
helplessness.
to finally give up
trying to please

and
wait