Jagged Edge
Sometimes love comes with a jagged edge
In hushed stillness it tears at the hem of my heart
It gently pulls at the loose threads
and idly frays the perimeters
Until my heart unravels
The tumbling out commences, lowered are my defenses
All privately held and locked up things
Trickle out with the slow unbinding of the seams
My timid heart, now unharnessed
Hidden emotions, now revealed
Now bared, secrets once concealed
The jaggedy edge of love scores my heart
The raggedy shreds are left to feel
The enduring ache of longing striking deep
The empty ache of desire unfulfilled
The lonely ache of want unwilled
Sometimes love comes with its jagged edge
It pricks the senses, wakes me from the dead
Through the tearing and the scoring
and the tumbling and the aching
I'm finding an awakening
The raggedy, jaggedy edge of love though striking sore
With its barbs it makes me feel
My heart is alive
My love is real