Hush if too tender the might that they know,
the etchings that carve out and stop my hearts flow.
Oh, God give the feel of inside of this vein
just a bit to be less, just to lessen the pain.
Hush if too tender when pressed in this way,
I promised I would not come by, nor speak, say…
Nothing too sacred, nothing to feel,
Oh Heart, when you do, must the inners reveal?
Too quiet and sacred to ask me to bleed,
I only had left this one chamber to plead.
Now all is still and the child waits in stay…
for her heart was most surely lost, gone, on this day.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemil Kemal