food consumed sustains
eat alone, the body mends
with friends the soul heals
I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
grey skies hath their charms
in the fragrant shade we stood
five degrees cooler
Her heart clinging to her sleeve –
Begged me not to see the violence
And prayed that I wouldn’t leave.
I need to talk was all she said.
Her dark downcast eyes revealed –
The pain of sharing, easily read.
So with words we hoped this could be healed.
A life of promise was nearly over –
The tipping point showed in her scars.
The truth at last – like a three leaf clover.
Barefoot now she could not pass.
Her life she gave to this broken man –
His promise sealed with a golden ring.
Her body has given everything It can.
Trapped in this cage she cannot sing.