let it tie you to the land with these lines of love
we can sing for the rising light
wild wellspring beneath our feet
above us, holy night
again and again
but never again yours
don’t let go, before you read these lines
the ones that tell you yes, you are loved.
for all the youth, wherever isolated, who might ever feel their heartbeat might be better silenced; and in memory of my beloved sister, her song so astonishingly gone from us. she died of illness, yes, but it was the fear, and the weight of pride, and a lifetime of self-defense against all the ways she felt unaccepted, that made it so deadly.