Bleeding Angel

Old wounds opened by the dull razor of frustration
Tearing flesh and leaving haemoglobin to congeal
Wet red patches of pain flourish
And are buried as other stretch torn souls toward her
Drenched with tears; losing hope.

She finds it in herself to swallow her own agony
To bear the lion's burden upon ivory shoulders
Scars replenished with the pain
Holding the shattered pieces of herself intact, she sews
The souls of others, finding her hands and heart callused
With the ordeal

Beneath our suffering lies unsurpassed care
For the woman hiding behind anger
Her words are the balm on our fractured hearts

May her anguish become healed by the compassion
We yearn to utter
May we mend the broken pieces again