Δ me.

by Ariana Goodwin

darkness entering into my lungs, 

never knew such breathlessness could exist

grasping for what i can’t see

a spark of light, a spark of  ––

and the heavy thing on my chest 

presses, presses, presses in 

let me go 

      mE  

             Go

this haunted feeling 

of knowing you’re not the only one in the room,

that was supposed to have left 

                                   and i am left 

c h a i n e d.   

and it might take seconds, years, days 

but, then. that verse 

psalms 18:28

                            and tears fall from my eyes 

because that presence is gone 

                             cannot haunt me anymore  

because that (my) darkness has been turned into light

                            and my lungs are free

                                                   and my breathlessness tastes like 

freedom.

Commentary: Psalms 18:28: “You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.”