Not Unheard

Your blade –
cold steel tempering unbearable pressure
sharp metal warming icy despair
lover and demon, confidant and nightmare
symbol, source and relief of pain –
it cuts deep into my heart
carves my love for you
into tears of blood
warm tears dripping down
my helpless love.

Willingly
I would take your pain
draw the poison
from your wounded soul
share the pressure
face the blade
if only
I knew how.

Your wounds –
fresh scars, red blades –
they strike my eyes
cut through my retina
razor-sharp into my soul
your icy cries
sear scars into my heart
melt my life into compassion
your silent cries
reverberating deep inside of me
your silent cries for help
they do not fade away
unheard.

23.5.2003

For A.