I wanted to dive
into this roaring river of crystal
but my own reflection
prevented me
Instead of
depth
I
got surface resistance
bruises, cuts for good measure,
until I called upon distance
to wrap me in its
ribbons of healing
and stop this
nonstop rush overflow
of feeling

I learned that
the only way through
was to calmly,
humbly
let it soften
as a freeze thaws
as time must heal
to wade through the rocks
stones under my heels
to let coolness fill me
to let the ice melt
to have it soothe
the burns the scratches
the welts
In order to
reach those depths
one must penetrate
see beyond glassy
armor
feel the actual beats
as the pulse gets warmer
and this heart beats strong,
red and true
flesh and pure blood
fiery and blue
I know that one day
this pain will pass
in this heart
made of crystal,
this heart
made of glass