my roughness with your gentle heart.
I do not mind your tears.
I do not see your pain behind those beautiful eyes.
for not loving your unique existence.
for disrespecting your pure soul.
woman in the mirror.
19th February 2006
HEART ABUSE SURVIVORS
Pieces of a broken heart, coming together with patience.
Tears of a betrayed soul, vanishing in the warming Sun.
Painful words, caught in a mind made of stone, healing wounds with
Sweat dripping of a slave, whose rough hands worked for years,
to see, for a moment, a flower growing in its eternal beauty.
Faith, falling down as rain drops, disappearing on the ground for a time, mind can not know.
Love is a well known stranger, looking at me, asking me to let him
Love is a fearful sweetness, which our addiction leans to ...
to survive it.
12th of February 2006