FIND ME
My eyes rise to reveal
these wet cheeks glowing
under the pale cast
of the winter moon
Skyward, I lift up my
cry, a frail lament,
scarcely heard above
the wind’s careless howl
What am I now?
a specter,
a thin-spun shroud,
the stubborn echo
of a life I thought
was mine
I do my best to
pretend it’s nothing
but my memories
betray the hope that
still will not yield to
the burning whirlwind
of my days
The ashes dissolve
between my fingers
like dust, fine and black,
staining my hand, my
clothes, my neck, my eyes,
catching in my throat.
I don’t how how to
breathe like a normal
person anymore.
Do you see me?
Will you come?
I am Peter, lost
in the maelstrom now
with no idea, none,
how to survive this.
So forgive me if
I don’t give a damn
right now whether
I have little faith.
I just need you
to wake up
and find me.