A spike of pain searing through
the heart that lies exposed
in vulnerability.
You would think the heaving pain
would last out eternity
or provide the word inferno
a new dimension.
Unused to such pain, I saw myself
as only human, perfection less than perfect.
It was then my heart beseeched God
for the salve of affection to soothe and cure.
For the pain had been shoved aside
by a vacant feeling, a thought of nothingness
which alarmed me the most
by its hewn smoothness.
