Grace was never home
Always out and about
Could never sit still
Unbelonging and ill
How to find something that does not exist
In my world?
How to find pause?
A silent peace
The tightness in my chest
Always present, unrelenting
The pearl of my soul is still lost out at sea
As I walk in this world like the living dead
Searching for a secret only the loved know
The ones with spirals on the tops of their sculls
So can grace still linger in my pointer finger?
Even when I have wrapped it tight in a fist
To punch someone’s lights out
As was done to me at three