BLADESONG
Can you hear the blade singing
Its sweet song drowning out my fear
It sings of our reunion
A marriage of edge and skin
It promises gentle surrender
A lie I have fallen for before
And after each time I make a vow
To resist the siren call
As a survey the damage done
The shipwreck of my flesh
But the pressure builds and builds
And the song grows ever stronger
“one more time” is the call
But I know the truth now
That one day I will sink too deep
And empty myself on its point
So I call on all to help me
Resist its dark embrace
And to speak to me loving words
To drown out the deadly song
Comments
Our instruments may be different...
....but some of us have played the same tune...stepping to the edge... and backing away with relief and regret together! Sweet and sad and hopeful. Thanks.
Dio benedica la mia bella amici
Love, Andrea Lena
Morning Mom...
This is such a dark poem and, I regret to say, I know what you mean. It seems that sometimes our only hope IS another day. Unfortunately, for many of us, the ship wreck is not the flesh, but the soul (and sometimes both). Your poem reminds me of some lyrics I heard some time ago; "Cut myself on angel's hair and baby breath..."
May we all heal...
Mom's Lil' Brat
Oh, Gross.
The thought of beautiful young girls and 'tweeners cutting themselves. Imagining it makes me sick; I feel so badly for their damaged spirits. It's just not fair.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee