Crutches
After Nikki Giovanni - “Emotional falls always are/the worst/and there are no crutches/to swing back on”
by Julianna May
The emotional ones
make the best
targets moms on a street corner
wrangling three children
all on her own
“dad ran out on us”
she’d say perfect
I know a Father that will never leave
A man experiencing illness
doc said cancer and the white walls
fade to glass stained with tears
of all possible tomorrows
perfect touch the hem
jesus will heal you
teens trying not to spend
another weeknight home
between screaming or loneliness
perfect come watch kids
drink soda through their own socks
and listen how god
is a parent who cares
pass around the collection
plate for newcomers to share
jesus can care when you donate
look for the new building!
renovated so the pastor is
in the pit preaching in the round
there’s a movie theater room
an arcade room
one with a jungle gym
for the littlest ones
perfect come one
come all inside these doors
to heal all hurt
and be lost forever
in a cycle of still
not being enough still
wanting and guilt that follows
like a cat
with a broken paw
this crutch
shows courage
to keep going
even though the
wound won’t heal
from a placebo
Julianna May (she/her) is an ex-horse girl, ex-Christian, and ex-hetero. She loves teaching English and ranting about Shakespeare. She has previously been published in Crepe & Penn Magazine, Nightingale and Sparrow Magazine, Wingless Dreamer Anthology, and others. Instagram: juliannamaypoetry Twitter: JuliannaMay1216