An unwanted birthright
is rescinded by a cold blade
the final solution to acceptance
as the pain is lanced
and the truth runs out
like hot knives
through the icy depths
of shame.
The violence of my emotions
tears at my soul
pushing at my safeness
and the boundaries of my pain
rolling across me like some
maddened thresher
bent on turning blood red crops
into fallow fields once more.
Lives traded in under
the guise of love's sweet harvest
lie like a sea of wildflowers
their beauty only seen
as accents to the endless sameness
of a cash crop.
(c) ArdentTly 051000