Putting my wars
to rest I
unwrap the last
of my bandages 
and like a
surveyor study their
contours wondering how 
given all these
I ever survived 
the suffering blows 
but remembering then
that these are 
just flesh wounds 
and the lethal 
blows have always 
been taken by
my delicate heart 

It is in
this then now 
that I do
as I have 
done and always 
did this thing 
of similar things 
just me here
having already had 
and like a 
child counting pennies 
I conclude that 
I’m very rich 
having collected as
many as I 
have finally had 

Enough is enough 
has always been 
a bad thing 
but what if 
enough was enough 
and that was 
not something that 
someone else did 
but rather you 

Now when blue 
comes to bathe
settling languidly on
my duvet cover 
the white stripes 
reflecting just like 
your eyes do 
of mine when 
I look deeply 
beyond your beautiful 
browns and down 
into your soul 
seeing there too
this very blue 

Wispy clouds 
slowly appear
white from 
the depths 
of darkness 
like angels 
descending from 
Heaven moving 
closer and
then not 
knowing that 
I am 
not the 
one to 
receive grace