faith

it’s the things you can’t see
that can really hurt you.
everything I have ever hoped for
is right here
in my empty hands,
the evidence,
the judge, the executioner.
it’s what I believe.

it’s the things you can’t know
that keep you awake at night.
they scratch behind the walls
long after the crickets
have grown silent.
they are the blackbirds on the wire
calling your name.
they own your soul.