~Reasons~

this old
rocking chair
lulls me
to be weary
like a
ticking clock
like my
chipped cup
of tea

I hope
you grow
up one
day
but it
won't
be in
the
same house

I cut
myself
with the
same damn knife
there are
always reasons

I can't
live my life
afraid that
something bad
will happen
because then I won't live

lay it down
and walk away
the cards
have been
folded

why don't
you stop talking?
you don't have the
mouth for it

don't talk
about my
bakery leave my
bakery alone
despite the suffering,
you move
forward

the deepest cuts
are always
healed
by faith
even climbing
flowers stumble
fire turns
soft again

~Saraah Mahina Calvello