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,


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.