What to Give Me

Give me calm.
Color.
TImeless moments.

Give me safety.
Silence.
Room for my soul to emerge
without threats and abuse.

Give me promises with bones.
Belief,
tested and real,

not the flimsy promises of the perfect,
but the faith of the broken
who have risen from the dead
like me.

About this poem.

I am notoriously hard to buy presents for. The stuff I want is not sold in stores.

Tom