Tears in the dark drip gracefully and silent
As if on tip toes to muffle their feet.
They betray my inner self and show the quiet
Yet loud pounds of the discreet agony that lay beneath My skin.
Within me beats a spirit, once ice and rock, now soft
And molten stone on broken land.
Inside me sits this being that weeps for the lost
Quieted unconsciously by my hand
I pray God, take this thorn from my side so I can be
Free again.
