in my silence

i've seen my heart swell to the bursting point
and then, at once, get ripped out
to remain
bleeding on the floor
slow
red
streams of blood
that grow colder
each second
because this heart of mine
beats slower now
to the drone of a bright eyes song
and to the fullness of the moon
that seems to stay in the sky
too long
when all i want
is to wake up
to the promises of morning
like newness
and forgiveness
and grace.
but right now
i'm not sure
i remember the way back
so in this night, i sit
and the darkness
sometimes
is too much
for even me - the strong one.

for even me.