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