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| i did not like my self today, my dark-edged snarls and icy claws stalked the dawn with anger, poisoned dank self-pity dripped into my coffee. trampling carelessly on weeping, injured moments, battered by my rage, i searched the closet armoury for something that would wrap around a breaking, jealous heart that sought what can�t be owned. transparent love-laced veils would be a lie today something green and spiked maybe, lined with wire, perhaps a demon's hand-me-down? i chose to wear a waterfall, a pounding, crashing over-flow to purify my soul-strung tears of blood, a thunderous liquid lightning robe to staunch my pride, my vanity and self-inflicted wounds, for life and soul are worthy of much more than this. silence stroked the lake as i approached, tempting me with its touch of cold, softly, slowly, every sound and swell of rippling mystery and magic drew me in. naked in the rush of roaring water, my skin was shocked time and again with freezing kisses, my hair was wet and clinging to my back. edging over mossy rocks into the deeper water, i trembled in the force of waterfall and power. back against the jagged wall behind, i stretched my arms out wide, prepared to crucify myself right then and there with purity and the pain of letting go the futile nails and cross of hard duality that drove my desperate ache for You ... sharp rock-curves bit deep on sobbing flesh, i did not resist, welcoming this ruthless touch, as water pounded me to shuddering surrender and release from what i had become ... |