Close?

How close is close enough

When already I have been hurt too much?

Day by day

Handling the insecurity and pain of a body

Silently screaming

Is hard

There are times I am no longer sure

Which way to turn

Even as I now long

For a fully embodied life

When you hurt me

Do I say something

Or just turn away?

Satre said

Other human beings are hell

Or we create it as a movie projection

God knows we live inside either

Heaven or

Hell it all depends upon how

Well

We handle the sharp sting of life

The pointed blade

That sometimes wounds and dismays

And at others cuts

Our hurting hearts and sorrows free

Of the thorny brambles

A past of excrutiating torment

Other human beings and poisoned systems

Brought

Into our lives