cauterizing me

I perched on the counter
and leaned towards you anxiously.
My shoulders hunched,
at odds with the cozy heat of the kitchen.

Amidst the sound of the rich coffee percolating,
I whispered my fears.
Letting my tongue form the words;
the demons that have been hijacking my thoughts.

And as the tears rolled down my face,
I spoke of the paralysis that I felt.
How scared I really was
and whether I had the courage to rip open those raw wounds
and start my healing.

While I talked, your eyes caressed me;
gently stroking the catch in my throat
until I calmed.
I heard you speak to me softly,
asking me to search myself for what it is that I wanted.

Whether I was ready to face all the darkness that seemed to engulf me.

And then you touched my hand; grounding me.
Reminding me of the electricity of your being
And what it takes to cauterize failure, and turn it into something of strength.

- lml March 25, 2009