Naked in a bed she made upon herself
The sound of tipping tears sounding out the night
Thoughts melting out her heart in stalled depart
Lips dried out from harsh fighting flyaway words
A demon dirge supping on her struggling inner growth
She laments “Why do I live this longest chapter?”
“Is this to be the longitude and latitude of me?”
Accepting the inheritance of her shadow
The robe of her deeds the scenery upon her face
Can you not see she is spent in her repentance?
Her nakedness feels barer tonight
Skin sensing a need to drip away from bones
not able to hold the contempt of emotions anymore
A slovenly creep of flesh needing passels of love touch
The sousing rape of her womanhood
has followed the steep of too many years
No cure they say take this pill to sweeten the pain
Tonight the blanket of numb fails to succor
The sluttycuts shrill the chronic deeper inside the well
Gathering the sheath of sheets around her
A shallow hiding of the leprosy of the unrelenting ache
The texture of her frame is too soft for her breath tonight
She must dream of iron and alchemy to fashion a new will of life
Imploring the medicine man to bargain for any penalty to pay
“Please let it not hurt tomorrow give me one day of peace and rest”
This was penned a while ago and I am not in this place now. This is today for anyone that may be and to offer a hope that another day where the ball and chain will not feel so heavy. You are not walking alone.
Chronic pain be it emotional or physical can wear away at the fibers of our good intent.
Some recovery time to rebuild is not too much to ask for and it can be found sometimes in just one person understanding.
And this is the art of kindness walking in life….