Save, or I Perish

As if randomly,

through some searing memories

I find myself

fallen between the ribs of normalcy,

lodged in the space between

what I thought and what I’ve come to understand

stuck in a place where I can only cry

“save, or I perish”

Part of me thinking,

are tears so bad, anyway?

Is this agony, or is it just

the stretching of my face

and of the inside of my mouth?

What carried me this far

will carry me all the way.

To the almighty, it doesn’t matter

if my salvation took a thousand years

or one day,

I am not tardy,

I am not far from home —

wait for the clearing,

for surely it will come.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 26, 2017