Reflecting: pt. 3 (Trembling before the Heat) by Beth K HannahI have felt this abandonment before,
When I first told the truth
And was burned in lies.
The sharp edges of pain never equal
The delight of true sorrow.
I have risen from the ashes
And I have tasted victory.
Neither seemed to satisfy me
Quite like a knife does
When it's dragged across my skin.
Maybe I dwell too much on
The 17 names for self destruction
Or read too much into the angst
My other half writes.
I try to be naught but a butterfly,
But my fluttering wings leave
Too much of an after effect.
I have trembled in front of heaven before;
The glimpse of your eyes,
The whisper of your skin.
My mind plays connect-the-dots with memories of you,
I can't help but want you to stay.
I don't think this temptation will go away
Or be swept aside.
It has proven it too can rise from the ashes,
And dance upon our skins.
01/28/2004 Posted on 02/07/2004 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
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