Tell me about your losses

what has brought you sorrow

what alienated, robbed and wounded you and tore

the veil of time, irreparably.

Tell me about the wound that doesn’t heal

that refuses to close, stubborn, like a nail

on a cross.

Did legions of darkness enter

besieging your sacred heart?

Did you run, numb, rage and wage wars

never meant to be won?

Did you guard your heart with patched walls

and wire and whatever else you could find

in the trenches of time?

Tell me what you haven’t told because

there was no one to listen no one

to cup your hands to bless your sorrow.

To bless your sorrow

To bless your sorrow