Can I confess to you

All my sins?

All twelve of them?

All the disciples I went through

On my way to you?

Am I allowed to speak?

Am I allowed to say

The quiet ways

You move me?

I need a sanctuary,

A safe place,

To hide me from me,

And all the imaginary lines I've drawn,

All the real ones I've crossed,

Running from Peter, Paul, and Mary,

Trying to justify your existence in my heart,

And mine in yours.

Can I hide myself in you?

Just til the thunder quits

And lightning hits me,

In the dignity?

-jenn