The Solitude Of Love Poem by rich soos

The fire you are walking through
was not your choice.

You wear a costume daily
pretending no one can sense your depths;
hoping no one can sense your depths;
praying you can escape your depths.

The universe arranges itself around
your charade in the mirror knowing
the pain will renew each day;
the pain will renew each hour;
the pain will renew each breath.

Thrust into the flames by one
those who chose not to care,
you survived with wounds
deeper than scars;
deeper than souls;
deeper than sound.


from Bringing In The Sheets (2012)