My Hand Knows the Way to the Blade

[milo]

An ice-floe to my lava,
you froze fire at its source,
crushed my upright spirit,
defiled my dreams, and worse.

Clumsily I ricocheted
from pillory to post,
accused of things I hadn’t done,
and oh, that hurt the most.

But in that muddled mayhem,
I resolved to find an Amen,
a 'so be it' for my ragged, jagged plan.

Now a word to the wise,
and damn your eyes,
you'll wish I hadn’t stayed;
for the knife is restless
in the drawer, and my hand
knows the way to the blade.

© Donna Devine

Crushed my spirit
Defiled my dreams
Word to the wise
Muddled mayhem

Ugh.