~ Susan Frybort

the prayer I cannot pray. 
the words that rest unspoken. 
the feelings that can’t be named. 
the grief that bursts wide open.
the cry that turned to laughter. 
the smile that broke the ice. 
the pain that was cut off. 
the poem I couldn’t write.
life, bless all the forming things 
that escape or remain in me; 
those resisting to be seen, 
and the ones that risk
coming out 
as brave beginnings.