by Julie Wachowski
May the ghosts of past, present and future
come to you for 33 days
again and again and again.
May you see your past hurts and failures from the dark of space
Where borders disappear and our
fragile world is a pure blue light.
and when your friends say,
“More!” and “Again!”
May you answer,
“Enough.”
Because your heart is heavy with understanding.
May you walk in the footsteps
of those you’ve harmed,
hear the sobs, smell the blood.
And when your friends say,
“They aren’t us. We aren’t them.”
May your heart be wounded
by this lie.
May you know the future every timeline spins
of the world you set in motion,
until the waters swallow all your homes
and when you scream, “Why?”
and your friends answer,
honestly, “We thought you knew.”
May your heart break open
and the waters
sooth all that hurts in you.
May the ghosts of past, present, and future
come to you,
again and again and again,
until you are healed.
Until we all are healed.