Dare I ask the questions that are burning in my soul?
Do I want to know your answers?
Will they be a soothing calm?
Or will they push me through barbed wire?
I dare.
Your words, like jagged knives, stab at my heart.
Arrows lodge deep in my soul.
Fear and pain explode in my very being.
I walk through the barbed wire...
and more.
I dare.
Dare I give of myself
to forgive?
Shall I nurse my unseen wounds
with love only you can provide?
Dare I test this foundation's strength?
I dare.
I pull out the knives, one by one.
I dislodge the arrows that tear at my soul.
Fear and pain push me to my knees...
and through love, I push back.
The foundation holds through the earthquake,
stronger than before.
Arrows and knives can be removed.
Fear and pain can be conquered.
Life without your love cannot.
I dare to forgive...
and we are stronger for it.
Copyright May 28, 2002 Laura Miske
