No More Needles..

The hurt pulsed from his hunched frame, 

Rocking without the help of mothers arms,

Testing a father that just won’t reply,

Pushing off but holding on…

 

Eyebrows turned down,

A constant ache that won’t unfurl,

Loaded and ashamed,

Afraid to face what will not change.

 

Can’t escape the love that pulls over us in waves,

Which we shoot, and stab and rub at,

Cannot clean the charge from our souls,

It is always swirling trying to find contact.

 

This tension drives us to silence it,

It is only that, which we are,

The begging of our divinity—

We are only trying to get back to the whole from which we came..

Love in this and forge a purpose,

time mind that contact.