Sharp edges

Your sharp edges cut my soul in two

So you have turned the page

Moved past the stage of

Frozen immobility

And now we who stood by

Crying all the tears you would not cry

Are lagging behind

As you issue your directives and demands

But just because you found a way

To move beyond the stage of feeling

Don’t trample all over me

And treat me like I am the one

Whose arse needs to be kicked into gear

Its fear enough to be dealing with the stress

Of living within

The fevered maelstrom of all

Your dramatic changes

And I am well past the stage

Of wanting to be pulled in

Only to have my heart sliced to pieces

By the sharpened edges

Of your razor wired reality