On Giving it Away

Faith is beautiful when it flows
through the hairline needs of a
cracked soul

a peace that will make sure
i don't land too hard to miss the lesson,
after a backwards, soundless freefall,
sometimes provoked, sometimes voluntary.

i should have given you mine all along
instead of harvesting it in the thankless,
hopeless who fit it nicely in the crevices of their soles
and returned it to me molded and subdued

please take it and don't look back
use it well, like i know you will,
for you have earned every last drop.