Turn

I've felt the knife 

pieces of shattered glass

color my skin 

til it pooled and ran

in small, red rivers 

I've felt the shame 

it knows my full name 

I feed the drama 

I swim in trauma 

I'm starving 

and nothing fills me up 

My heart is sick 

I love me 

And I hate me 

turn, and keep turning

I turn to you, my strong father
I thought for a minute I wasn't your daughter 

I turn to you, my living water 

my terrifying savior 

nothing is comfortable 

nothing is easy 

nothing is safe 

but your joy I have tasted