It’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
A brilliant star collapsed inside my gut
and it’s a hole that since
has never shut.
It takes,
it breaks,
and it unmakes
in a fever of bones and blood–
and even though I know,
I know,
I cannot endure this storm alone.
As if pain were a tree you diligently water,
for the shade of its branches
has been all you’ve known of shelter.
– I. G A L L O W S
November 3rd, 2016