Seven

Feb 20

I crave the sweet taste of venom,

Loving what has shown me no mercy.

Aching for the arms laced with thorns,

Begging for familiarity over safety;

I choose my weapon, and prepare the blade,

Praying somehow these scars too will fade.

And we can go back to the old ways – The beginning.

Living in Eden, only tired this time.

Tending to a dying heart, washing away blood stains

With tears collected from our storms.

Does a tree ask for fire; Or a bird for its cage?

What good are unwatered ashes,

What good are false desires?

Integrity forgotten; I see my past mistakes,

Have I not cried hard enough to wash those memories away?

I’ve yet to learn the lesson my heart needs to survive,

Stuck in a cycle of self sacrifice – How come?

I look into my shadow, longing for what was;

Though my skin feels the warmth of the sun.

Enriching my plowed soul,

I wish to belong in the serpents pen;

Maybe this time without being harmed.

Bruises surfaced have yet to heal,

Is it romantic to long for what cannot last? Like a moment from the past.

Or is that another well-fed trap?

These feelings will pass as all things do,

I’ll no longer be addicted to the pain of knowing you.

Of what once was and could’ve been; If I hadn’t of done

What the serpent said –

I had to let go; To see God.

Befitting your place in the tree of forbidden fruit,

I am healing – I pray you follow suit.

Horizon