Sanctuary

I turn my face toward the sisters who stay
To the friends whose eyes hold a quiet knowing
Who lift my head when my neck fails
I give my heart to the ones who remember
My sisters know where everything is buried
And call anything dead living again
They see me haunted and hunted
Or humming with gladness
And they hold space for every version
I rejoice with those who rejoice with me
Those who are unafraid to call me in
Yet they cover me
They cover me
Praise my sisters who are a balm over my head
Who tend to me with sweetness
Honey bees busy blessing
I turn my heart toward the place
That demands only more me
Here
The earth beneath my feet is lined with grace
Here
There is kindness for every milestone
Make no mistake this is a love story
I give myself completely to my sisters that steady
Whose arms reach and brace
I stay close to the friends
Who call my name for good
In rooms I am not in
I touch my tired body to my rocks
Sisters who polish me a radiant Black
I wait for the ones that are mine
I run into the open arms
Of a grace that heals
I stay
I answer to a love that welcomes me
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