The voice I cry for, dream of
whispered sweet words of love
and drove pain in me like nails
A desert of ruin, parched of emotion
my life waited, holding its breath
to hear those words
and I took them in like water
and swallowed down the pain
I am beautiful, while you cleave me
I am beautiful, while you make me bleed
I am beautiful, like a benediction
Say the words I would die to hear
and make me hear them
as you make me want to die
Bless me, father, for I have sinned
for I am beautiful


© W.R.R. 6/18/2003

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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