Somehow, I capture the light of recovery in my hands
&, tightly cupped, transport it to you,
ready to spill shine down your throat.
I want it to do the same for you
as it has done for me.
But when I arrive you are lip-stitched,
& I realise I can’t force you
to open your mouth
& let us in.
I look down at my hands, feel ashes
fall through my fingers,
from which, one day,
David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has a BA in Film Studies and is training part-time as a counsellor/therapist. You can find his work online at Ink, Sweat & Tears, Fourth & Sycamore, Calamus Journal, Occulum, The Rising Phoenix Review, & Writers Resist, among others. He can be followed at https://twitter.com/DavidHanlon13