softness un-divine.
by Charri Hensley on Saturday, 19 March 2011 at 23:31 ·
soft touch,
it could have been the wind on my cheek,
maybe it was just a single drop of rain.
yes! that is it! just rain.
soft sound,
playing for a moment,
there in my ear,
it could have been you?
it might have been your voice in a dream from some old memory.
Yes, that is all.
soft words,
they came from a place long forgotten,
it could have been our place,
might have been our words,
should have been.
Yes!
in the wide days of memories,
i hold nothing of what we were.
I call out to what i felt was real,
what was like love, yet lay my soul on a stone for you.
nothing soft,
a lie from your darkness,
twisted with greed,
soulless shame poured out on my sacred heart.
wearing your shame, i crash into out of life.you gave so much,
darkness, guilt, shame all with a dose of condemnation.
how much more "kindness" could i take.
lay me down in what could have been,
take all i gave with a mock tenderness.
burn deep with in my dreams something dead and stank.
faceless i run from your softness.
soft touch,
slap in the face,
soft words,
yelling my shame.
soft sound,
the breaking of my mind,
you have left nothing of me,
and there you shall see,
when you see my nothing there your soul and body shall be.
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