coming out of a deep place

On Love and Ruin

We can call it ignorance.

It reasons why for years
You slit your wrists, anticipating
Death, but it avoided you, that desired end.

Truth be told, you never wanted to cross
into the Netherworld.

You cannot love that which you do not know-- that thing you fear

You sought truth, but
it eluded you. You thought a tree
was in fact a friend.
You hung on branches that gave way with your heavy heart;


It’s moving to see you, littlest of sparrows,
desperately flapping your wings with burning ache,

To come, and rest on deceptive power. which snapped!
and took you down with it.

diana g.
20-11-08