True colours are seen
When you let the Light shine through;
Royalty bleeds blue
O bloodied branch, femoral
artery feeding lusty
lies, if self is emptied out
(radical transfusion), might
your stump become a tree of
Life for me? Might skin, peeling,
bare veins which would bleed, not for
egocentric comforts or
satisfaction in single
dose, but multiplied networks,
capillaries of comfort
and compassion? Let leeches
drain decomposition, let
leak Love radically spilled,
in living outside the lines.
Bleeding heart, who cut fair vein, and left you here to bleed?
Who plied the knife to wounding’s drain, through heinous, depraved deed?
Who dropped the ball, who left their post, that villain access gained?
Why are you gutted by the ghost whose hands with guilt are stained?
How came your fragile lonely heart to hang on futile sleeve?
Who plucked it down with loathsome dart and tore your make-believe?
Where will you turn, where will you find the comfort that you crave?
O bleeding heart, there is One kind, Whose strength can make you brave.
Your x-ray vision uncovers my veins,
The places where the bleeding remains;
My secrets are naked, open to view,
Transparency letting sunlight through
As closets are emptied and cupboards groomed.
Without all the garbage, there might be room
To unpack myself, grow into my veins,
Discover, exhume my soul’s dead remains.