has cauterized this sacred organ;
the bleeding stanched and the fissure fused
before a break could occur again.
Your astringent rage has saved my soul.
These indistinguishable remnants charred
on the surface yet beating still below
remain intact but sterile and hardened.
Every effort to annihilate, protects
as the very thought of pacification
in this, the survival of the fittest,
stimulates self preservation.
Residual resentment spoon fed for years
indulged with tears and engorged anew
as darkness grew lighter in passing fears
casting shadows enhancing the view.
An essential necessity is born from this
ripping itself from the nurturing womb
with a need to feed on substance and bliss
and beat its rhythms free from its tomb.
Peeling back the layers of scar tissue
exposing an essence new, tender and raw
to the same world where it suffered its abuse
yet remaining unbiased to all its flaws.