Wash my swollen fingertips
In the salt of tender tears
Press hot sponges
Against my aching belly
Wrap my body
In softest towelling
Cleanse my lungs
With fragrant steam
Massage my rigid muscles
With oils and herbs
Apply tinctures
To heal my fractured soul
Hold my head
With your soft hands
And kiss my eyelids
To ease my mind
Haul me to my feet
And I will stand
To face the jeering crowds
And sharpening knives
Grip my collapsing knees
And I will speak daring truths
Celebrate the greatness in me
That you have never seen
And I will become a man
You can but dream of
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Wash my swollen fingertips
In the salt of tender tears
Press hot sponges
Against my aching belly
Wrap my body
In softest towelling
Cleanse my lungs
With fragrant steam
Massage my rigid muscles
With oils and herbs
Apply tinctures
To heal my fractured soul
Hold my head
With your soft hands
And kiss my eyelids
To ease my mind
Haul me to my feet
And I will stand
To face the jeering crowds
And sharpening knives
Grip my collapsing knees
And I will speak daring truths
Celebrate the greatness in me
That you have never seen
And I will become a man
You can but dream of
Written 26th December 2016
