I was fighting a battle
not even God could conquer
when I heard a whisper:
“No more fighting”…
I dropped my sword
and found myself suddenly
staring at a kiss print in a mirror,
Hallelujah!
All the blood I’ve shed from self-inflicted wounds
came rushing back
and filled my heart like a ballon
with a rope attached for you to grasp
on nights when you travel
the murky waters and treacherous forests
in your soul.