Day after day I make my way wounded and worn as we are Waiting for time and Love, Himself, to heal what's distractingly sore Time and again it rises within, the bitter response to the loss And time and again I swallow it down wondering when I'll be rid of the dross Days non-incidental, nights so delightful, sometimes I feel in the clear Nights with a good book, days in the sunshine, smiles from those I hold dear Then sniping their poisonous darts without warning, mocking my security Memories flooding the bittersweet passions that never again will touch me The anger rumbles beneath and I find I'm grinding my teeth I feel destruction flooding my veins A fist through a window, a mangled dining room chair I swallow and act like I'm sane Each morning I wake saying "Please, may I stay with the pillows and sheets?" And each morning I hear gently, "No." So I rise from the gentleness into stark stressfulness into the world Where I know no true love flows. But each evening as I ease my back on the mattress and the pillow kisses my face I thank my Mentor for getting me through the day's maze with a semblance of grace I turn out the light, secure in the night because I know His power is there So I sleep like a log, on through the fog that I know will soon leave the air And I trust in the One Who will get it all done as He leads me to the next stage Of growing in life, growing in love, making me wiser with age And deep in my soul He is making a hole to leak out the anger and pain And soon only light will invade my heart's sight, but I will still walk with a cane But I will have exhaled the poison gas of subterrainian anger. | 
