I cling to life,
to all I know—
to the only thing I know.

I cling to life,
hang on
even though I am gone.

I cling to life.
don’t want to go—
afraid to go.

The Voice beckons,
Don’t be afraid,
You’ll be okay.

I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Flaws chiselled away,
pure heart exposed.

I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Facets polished,
clarity revealed.

I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Inner brilliance reduced
to shadows on the walls.

What she really wanted
was to be loved.
The kind of love
you read about it books.
In happy books.
In happy, fairy tale books.

What she really wanted
was to be loved.
The kind of love
you can count on
The kind of love
that lasts forever
and doesn't hurt.

What she really wanted
was security.

Cheese?
Oh, please!
I know that trick.

I know cheese and
I know peanut butter
and chocolate and biscuits.

I even know oatmeal porridge.

Still,
sniff  sniff
I'm hungry.

Last night I slept on the altar,
on the top of the temple.

Heavy rain washed my body
as sleep washed my mind.

I awoke to sunshine,
cleansed inside and out.

You put a bouquet
of yellow flowers
on the bathroom vanity.

Thank you.

They brighten my heart—
they lift my spirit.