October 11, 2017

diagnosis

as i would put forth a hand
to stop the flow of blood
from accidental harm,
so i wished to stop the pain
that pours unceasing
from your heart
where it lives in endless dark wells,
a daily stain,
unfaded and increasing,
an evil childhood spell
written on its victim's very brain.
there is no counter-charm---
my good intentions,
all my love or care,
are powerless to staunch
the bitterness that dwells
immortal there.
nothing that i do or am
and nothing that you say
you wish for can stand
against the rising flood,
weaponless, you wound yourself
again with each new day.



4 comments:

  1. Finally - I've found you : ) And I'm so very glad I did. Such treasure, dear lady. xx

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting!

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  2. Beautifully Written --- Beautiful Post! So glad I came across your blog! Happy New Year! ~Kristine from Boston MA

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    1. thank you! and a very happy new year to you as well!

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