Newborn

My skin feels like

all the nerves are poking out 

grated and sprinkled with salt

I thought after awhile

I could keep hiding 

I could keep looking under rocks
thinking I would be there

There is nothing in between 

me and I and you and 

I will not assume I know anymore

I will not assume I know

I will watch bodies turn to ghosts

in the revelation that I do not know

and I no longer wish to pretend I do

I'm leaving control to those better at the reigns

power and kindness are not mutually exclusive

and my nerves feel like thorns
pressed against newborn flesh
and my eyes close to see my savior