Unforgiven

My heart is full
Full of beautiful love like light
Light shut in, peeping through cracks
But you have seen it, you know it's beauty.

Release it once again
pure unbridled and cleansing
Wash away my imperfections and my shame
You know it would help you too.

For I fought you
I threw every clip of ammo
Every gun, every bomb, every tank
Every last scrap of impure bloodstained metal....

I hid my light
I put up walls
and I pushed those walls farther out toward you
Crushing your wounded flesh against the scraping stone

So Unworthy, I stand
Unabashed and knowingly unwanted
Forgive me - Restore me - Let my light shine
Allow me to become complete in you forever

Awakening

I put a finger on my hand
Feel the warm blue blood coursing
Pounding, breathing through my veins
Alive! My eyes have been opened
Yet again
My heart is unprotected
Another roll of the dice
Learning to trust and hope and dream
Alive! Will I be torn asunder from this beauty
Yet again
Will I go numb and cold
Surrendering to the power of winter
Lulling me to sleep as my body protests
Wishing I was warmer

Explanatory Conversation as heard from the Inside of a Box

*THUD*
"*moan...*"
"Mother! What is it? Can I poke it?"
"No honey, stay away from that... THING...."
"Why can't I hug it, mother?"
"It won't help, sweetheart... it won't change."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It FEELS.... an ailment so rare that we torture and label the poor creatures who do.
We tell them to control it, we take away their music. They can't control themselves so we give them medication. We take away their knives and leave them with their scars. We take away their clothes and leave them with their nakedness. We take away their expression and leave them with themselves."
"Why can't we just love it and make it human?"
"Because.... It doesn't deserve anything from people like US."

A Poem, For a Change

~I Know~


I know it’s not love
But what is its name?
A warm breeze refreshing,
Or a cold winter rain?

I know it’s not joy
But what is it called?
Luscious beauty unaided,
Or a mourner shaved bald?

I know you don’t want me
But what can I do?
Run from you forever,
Or cling tightly to you?

I knew this would happen
I knew we couldn’t pretend
But why didn’t I expect
The pain that won’t end?