Abuse

Held like a dagger’s point
Careful not to prick,
Ready to drop at the slightest twinge of pain,
The memory dangerous and daring.

If I look deep enough into the comfort
Of the blade’s polished reflection,
I can almost feel the warmth of the sunshine
Reaching out to me.

The desert of my history is barren,
The mirage on the horizon of my thinking
Seems a scorching recollection unbearable.
I wander, I search for love to quench my thirst, to cool this burning heart.

There is no one out here, I am all alone.