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

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