Friday, May 21, 2010

Aftercare

I'm exhausted. Pieces of me
threaten to detach and float away
as I fight the allure of zero gravity.
I'm coming apart. Insanity beckons.
I crave the asylum of collapse
even as I fear banishment.
Face the feelings, he invites.
The dam breaks,
and with 5 short words,
he cares for the wounded.

5 comments:

Paul said...

OG, it is good that He heals as well as hurts.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.

MrJ said...

You are a luck woman!

marianne said...

You are definitely living your emotional life on the edge now, OG, brave thing that you are.

nancy said...

I always felt he would be there for you .. if you really needed his help.
I'm glad I was right this time.
Hugs always~
and yes, you will feel better!

Anonymous said...

Well, you know, that's the thing about passion. Both yours and his, and of all kinds, cruel and sweet past comprehension. They are always so close to uncontrollable that the resulting anxiety keeps the pitch very high. I think passion addictive, and not always wise. However, it has a presence, a reality, and a burning joy to it that leave one awfully dissatisfied with the bland. I'm glad things are better. - jcn