Disarming of Shadow, Arming of Light

I wish I were like Johnny Cash
& thought my heart was mine.

I’ve worn a black suit
my entire life. It suits the war
my eyes ignite.

My sins sit on my lap,
bald, blind, desperate
for the mercy of lost roads,
glottal white lines.

Only smoke will take me
far to nowhere—

a woman living
between
her own burning road

& a charmed God—

the unmarked sky
where a plague of blackbirds

fell across my back
like an unlit cross.

Credit

Copyright © 2015 by Rachel Eliza Griffiths. Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem

“Is your heart yours and how do you recognize, inhabit, and expand it? Over years of listening to Johnny Cash, I heard a new question in ‘I Walk the Line’ and thought about his voice and lyrics in the way that a poet or poem will find you (again) at the darkest, most honest part of your life. I also wanted to bridge and invert the visual, psychological imagery of Cash’s identity as a ‘man in black’ for myself. I’ve discovered so much light, grief, and God in my skin.”
Rachel Eliza Griffiths