Unbraid

Take all the things
that you’ve twisted up inside
and unbraid them, unlace
them, let them hang in the void.

The dark empty space,
the one you can’t face,
in the moonlight
or daylight
or twilight
or half-light.

And you’re coughing up
blood and all the bile you stored,
you’re bored of life,
but I can give you back
that zest, that zeal, I can’t
reveal all my secrets,
but I checked your vital signs,
you’re alive, let me fill your insides.

I’ll make hope like a rope,
and bind all the strands, take my hand,
hear my voice, it’s your choice,
you’ve got free will, but don’t
spill all your guts alone,
come talk down the phone to me,
I’ll sing in response,
it’s not fast, it will be slow,
but your insides will glow.

I want nothing in return,
just the chance to earn your favour,
my penance is paid, I stayed, I didn’t go,
this is universal flow, so savour
what it feels like to be whole.