Hi. I'm Matt. This has been a place of regurgitation and frivolity (don't fret, it will continue to be) but, with any luck and a titch of effort, it will also become a place where I think, document and be more me than it has been previously. Run on sentence much?
From the sidewalk, I set out
Though the traffic light is against me now.
With my umbrella outside in,
I try to bless the rain
and lean into the wind.
I just say, “oh weather,
I’m still enough for you, i am still enough for you
I am still enough for you to sink those lonely teeth into.”
Staring down an empty stage
with a cold guitar and a clean white page
I remember how to write my name.
Try and hold the joy and translate the pain
And say, “oh melody,
I’m still enough for you, i am still enough for you
I am still enough for you to sink those lonely teeth into.”
In these moments I reach out
for a hand to hold
for a little light
and in the evenings i hold on
to the words you wrote on that coldest night
when you said, “oh brother,
I’m still enough for you, i am still enough for you
I am still enough for you to sink those lonely teeth into.”
