If I Could

These broken breaking hearts I hear at night 
and in the dawn light.
If I could 
drink the pain out of your heart, 
eat it from your core and leave only 
the might of your brilliance in its place, 
I would.
If I could 
I would 
suck the ache from your bones leaving the rich marrow
of your truth 
to hold your head upright
in the wind of this resistance.
If I could
I would.

Photograph by Sequoia Emmanuelle
​Music by Adey Bell