It used to be
that you would
just say the word
and I would be
broken.
Time has muffled
the screech of
my fears
but when they come
back
they are
deafening.
I used to think
that being with you
was like
hanging on
to the sharp side
of a blade.
That was the problem:
that I was
hanging
on
at all.
Enough.
I just need to say
the word
and I
will be
healed.
(Nov. 24, 2009)
Image is of a display of naval dirks (long daggers) at The Maritime Museum of the Atlantic in Halifax, Nova Scotia from http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Navaldirks.jpg by user Matthew Vanitas.
