| The Heart Will Die As Well |
This bed is soft, and though
The stinger sharp and poisonous-
I am made peaceful by the sting,
I am made joyful by the lack of fear
Of being hurt, of being made so numb.
I lay my head, at last, to rest
On thoughts of things to come,
And all that has already passed
Into me through so many open wounds.
The little girl inside still screams
That this might be too dangerous a game,
But I have silenced, willingly
The voice that trembles while it pleads
To leave this place alone- and I am
Now, a different thing…
A creature lacking fear.
The line drawn in the sand, once crossed
Is washed away by ever shifting tides-
The water warm, the air is calm,
And the too familiar chill of old restraints
Are gone from me, forever lost at sea…
I have left behind the parts of me
That kept me on the land.
I am home, at last, and in good company-
And I would not go back
For all the treasures that I once believed
Were buried in the sand…
I have been healed of all old wounds
by the venom flowing in my veins
and every time I come back to this place,
I will find peace in the company
that waits with poison, ever sweet.
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