Choking

You choke on the words. You hurt me. Three simple words, a confrontation that won’t come. The fear-scab comes off the child-grown-up-into-woman wound. The mutilation, scarred over long enough   that you had actually forgotten. Again. Impossible. You needed to forget. Until mother-sister-blood family rips it off again. Their indifference, your insignificance, that’s what you need…

Who Needs a Heart when a Heart can be Broken?

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. — Rainer Maria Rilke [I have avoided writing this; dreaded the moment when I force myself to write about the sermon…