i wish i could fix it for you

​this is how you came into my arms
          quickly
and not yet tipped 
          over  
emptied out by sorrow
and a sense of 
         smallness

like that time you 
         tilted 
your head to my knee  
         held 
me tight still 
too young for words  
        already 
on good terms with catastrophe

we all awaken 
        sometimes 
at 3am furious

        shouting 
into the dark
         cold 
with fear
 
we hold tight to
        anything
​we can

until the morning 
        explodes 
into the world

isn’t that why we’re here - 

to stake a small space, to make noise?