Isn’t a four letter word like love
with easy acronyms pouring their way out around it.
It isn’t a broken word, it flows
It’s syllables touch my brain like peace
it’s the kinda word I want to dig my teeth into
and let my brain absorb
I want all it’s forms, one after the other
Redemption is deep tiring travel
learning to release that
It’s in touch. It’s in silence. It’s everywhere and then it’s the slipperiest fish to catch.
Redemption is transient
It will go again after it’s held you
You’ll run after it once more
when you’ve built yourself into things
that don’t make sense