INTO THE LIGHT
CONTOUR by Bridget Visser
Pale white sheets
mark the beginnings of our drawings.
Cement floors grow solemn.
We step into dimensions of separation,
soft florescent mirages.
This is an earthen globe –
where we are hanging on for dear life.
We tighten the ropes
and cut off all circulation
to ward off the pain.
This is what it takes to turn away from sin.
This is what it takes to live in a body that must broken.
A soul that must be given.
We absolve in the deep charcoal rain.
washes away the silence
and gives place to the forgotten words.
The contour takes shape.
Love will be all that is left
~ Alone ~