I saw this poison in her veins
Running through her body like the venom
Of some ancient serpent
It has brought her to the edge of death
But has not (quite)
Been fatal
This state of toxicity
Has been her secret
And now also
Is mine
So let words be never uttered
Nor stories ever told
Of a child whose hope was stolen
Objectified and sold
This girl whose soul was still-born
Now 43 years old
We spend some time, she and I
Mapping the broken pieces of her life
Never quite seeing the full picture
But waiting for a new terrible tide
To leave rusty memories
Unprotected
Polluting the beach
She tells me of how this stain
Spread into her life
Dripped into her times of closeness
Took away her very self
And how it is all
Her own fault
How I wish we people came with a sump
To unplug and let the bad out
Even as I try to open up her head
And pour in good
It seems that all I do for a while
Is confuse
But bring no relief
I think of all the words of life that I have known and hoped for
And pray them too for her.
For healing, restoration, wholeness,
Grace and love and laughter
Patience kindness gentleness
Hope
And at the core of it all
Peace
7.11.06

