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