Thursday, November 29, 2007

Mire

An ache so deep it cuts
Like the proverbial
Knife through warmed butter.
How did it come to this?
What brought it on
So fast, like a shark
Scenting blood. It
Eats away inside.

I pray for comfort,
And ask others to
Also. I turn from
Things unhealthy, yet
Yearn to eradicate this ache
In the way that I know.
I can't.

God in Heaven, Hear my prayer. Heal my friend. Heal my heart.

1 comment:

Emily Anne said...

oh darling, if only I could hold you right now...