The empty feeling. Take it in and
Let the emptiness fill you,
Wear it like a gown
of glittering gold...
a ball gown for a royal dance.
Fill up with the pain and the loss...
the hurt and the fear.
How else do you immunize? Inoculation
is the process of taking
into your blood stream
that which would otherwise
So take it.
Decorate yourself with it, my dear.
you will not wear
the same thing forever...
not even a beautiful gown, adorned
with jewels of crystal tears...
step into it...
zip it up...
admire yourself in it...
for it is worthy of admiration, this pain.
It is the inside lining of love.
Feel the silkiness
against your naked skin.
You will be ready to take it off
Try not to rush.
Like the infancy of your progeny
it will not last.
It's brevity is a gift.
It's existence an honor. Be the queen
of grief, for his love elevated you...
the daughter of the king of all gods.
His Love made you real...
an ephemeral version of the blue fairy.
And you've been lying.
Lying that healing has begun... Progressed.
That hope was on the horizon,
dancing on the binary code
of a computer screen.
Hope is here...inside the silken lining.
Hope is what touches your bare flesh.
Hope is what sears and cuts and falls
like gossamer across gooseflesh.
Hope will not grow, if you hold back
the tears or
disguise the pain.
Let the dress swirl around you,
flaring up for all to see...
be here and now, adorned in majesty,
Because you were blessed beyond
You tasted the fruit...
bruised and dented and still
sweet inside it's imperfection.
So dance, my darling.
Do not attempt to still the beating heart,
do not fear
let the tears dry tracks
upon your face.
No make up will make you