It's What They Call Faith

I'll do this forever
my always
my key
my universe

My only request:
we will not
be afraid
of stardust

Tower Moment

I'm scared of the words that will come out of my mouth
     because those words would mean
         life will become
              better than a fantasy.


I'm breaking out of the ruble—

your rays beaming through the rocks

my eyes can now catch up to my heart

to what I'm seeing

I'm believing

Do I Need Help

The old and familiar

has encroached upon my chest.

One

     two

          three.

Breathe out

cry out

erase all doubt.

I challenge my shadows 

to find shade in the closet.

One

     two

          three.

Breathe.

Breathe.
Breathe.

I can breathe.

Binary

I'm facing a fact;
the heat from the sun
can't be covered by clouds.

An insight so clear
my rushing tears
unveil the truth
eclipsing my being.

My body is my body,
my heart is my heart,
my dreams are my dreams.

So tell me,
why is this body
not the one staring back at me?

I face the reflection
in wonder—
what is my soul trying to embody?

I exist in a figure
who's nobody
and everybody.

Still, 

I beg for the truth; 

what does my skin seek to shelter?

Words
wrestle with my tongue—
my body, my body,
          spectrum of universal code.