Tuesday, January 19, 2010

 


I am the bleeding woman,I am the ailing leper,
I am the demon-haunted just dreaming of a helper,
Just wishing there was someone to help me with the pain.
I'd crawl and touch his dirty hem just to be made whole again.
My leprosy is inside, my bleeding is within,
And my own personal demon is my self centred sin.
So often I ignore it or hide that I'm unwell.
From my successful public face no one could ever tell.
And yet I carry with me, and may until I die,
The bleeding leprous seeker of a sympathetic eye,
Anaesthesia, or a healing, or failing all of these,
Just to know that someone hears when I cry out on my knees.
-HJ January 18, 2010
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