By Gala
Date: 13 March 2001
FearSome
I know you love me best
when I am strong
unshakeable,
able to deal with the curveballs
that some fools call life,
But I am feeling like spun glass crystal
falling from a great height
and know that there is nothing
at the base of my drop
but a granite face
waiting to scatter me
into a thousand shards
pointed---painful
all set to sink beneath the skin
and bearing no resemblance
to who I was---or who I am.
I cannot ask you to save me---
and the odds of a safe landing
are too minute to quantitate.
Too fragile to ask for your love,
too weak to go without it,
I want nothing more than to crawl in your arms,
lean against you and weep
and pray
if it is not a sacrilege
to ask the Goddess
to save my heart,
and ask for the simple blessing
of your breathing in my ear,
or the warm of your love
to forge those broken parts anew.
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