Steadfast

Shell formed, calcium hardened
Years of accumulation
Cracks abound, filled with bitter resentment
Mortar of existence
This shell opens upon a new world
One of acceptance and peace
Tentative steps
Bold emergence

But this is not the last cruel joke
A facade, a play
Cloying in it's seduction
Lured into a sense of security
Unseen the whip lashes
Torture begins anew
Old sting all but forgotten
Newly searing in it's fresh malignant manner
Streaks of blood and tears
Familiar pain throbs
Refusing the sanctuary of the shell
Let flayed flesh rot where it falls
New wounds, new lessons learned

This is not of my making
It will not be my unmaking
I will not let it
I hear the whip lash
I listen to the flesh cry
I know the pain intimately
I remain steadfast in love
I Am.


I have nothing more to say about this one.