south of the border

I have a heart that broke
Just south of the border
And it can’t get back
Or speak the language
But they seem to understand
every drunken slur I utter
from the gutter of the street
where I curse love and stutter

please lift me up
and out of the slum
that is not my heart
but the rubble of sadness
abandoned long ago by parts of me
that knew better
and moved on to Higher ground
and greener Pastures
staring down onto the left behind
parts of me and saying

get up, get out of the gutter-
speak your language
be a lover
not a drunkard intoxicated
by sadness and brokeness
and all things that shred the soul
like colorful glass
and shiny, tiny sparkles-
shards that shred the palms
with which you reach out and up with

folded in prayer and wrapped in grace
in a wounded place
now safe
not broken
south of the border
where the language is love
and everyone is fluent
where shiny, tiny sparkles fill with sun
and tears are like rain
creating a rainbow
washing the brokenness down the gutter
that you pulled yourself from
just south of the border.

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  1. #1 by Zoe Williams on August 30, 2013 - 11:30 pm

    hugs my girl, happy hugs, grateful happpy hugggs.
    God loves you and so do I

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