The easiest thing to do is numb yourself, Distract yourself, until the ache recedes So deep inside it only hurts when touched (Which isn't often—you make sure of that). But angels don't respect the barriers We build to keep ourselves from being hurt, So when one barged into your quiet life, Enflaming all the ashes of your hopes With his insistence that you'd have a child, Your joy—bright as a diamond—was as sharp As diamonds too, and set to tear your heart In shreds without a moment's notice. Now You stand exposed to pain as well as joy. Such is the bargain. Trembling, you strike hands.
Elisabeth
Elisabeth
Elisabeth
The easiest thing to do is numb yourself, Distract yourself, until the ache recedes So deep inside it only hurts when touched (Which isn't often—you make sure of that). But angels don't respect the barriers We build to keep ourselves from being hurt, So when one barged into your quiet life, Enflaming all the ashes of your hopes With his insistence that you'd have a child, Your joy—bright as a diamond—was as sharp As diamonds too, and set to tear your heart In shreds without a moment's notice. Now You stand exposed to pain as well as joy. Such is the bargain. Trembling, you strike hands.