trembling here with this cluttered-up head
ashamed & still broken, abused & misled
and within a war is raging
this shell of a vessel
thin skinned & disheveled
draped over the dress rack that teeters a bit
held by fear that is heavy & scars now afresh
a pain that spills over & drenches the rest
in a place that's so dark & so deep & so hollow
where loneliness settles & help cannot follow
the giving
the taking
the trusting
the breaking
and the promise
of life to the full
what kind of life is this?
with this sacred shattered peace
a pain that won't cease
and a heart that can't stand the beating