Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Soul Armor

The head knows the truth, yet this heart will not hear it,
truth laid bare for any who would look.
A veil o'er the eye,
a fog clouds the brain
what the heart
wants to see is
the reality.
A mask hides the face
of a person unknown
emerging as points
razor sharp.
Ripping the fabric
draped as certainty
of what is thought to be true,
into shreds of grief for
who I thought to be you.

1 comment:

Jo said...

Wow. (And I mean that in a good way, lol!)