The chill of the night rolls over me

Baptizing me in the weight of my world

At night time I see the wounds resurface

As if summoned by the pressure that surround me

Accomplices along with my captor

You are healed but yet they burn like the first

They chastise and wail a hollowed song

“Ruin, failure, heathen, impurity”

Shifting in the mirror I looked at myself

Enraged… “I want to hurt those that have hurt you”

But in the seat of my mind I know that that would not be your justice

With adoration and compassion I swaddle myself

I trace the partner that has withstood it all

Quieting the maelstrom within my mind

Consume that which once consumed me

Wiping my tears and knowing… I have tried