she looks upon me in anger

i have crossed that line again

why is it that pride eats so many souls

they cannot see it is not pity

rather, blind to the milk of human kindness

which guides this hand

a wounded animal will defend its' space

fear and pain drive the flight or fright
the amygdala reigns 
with an ability to lay waste 
to the depths by which we love

it is a loss of rationality, only survival
it leaves a world of only walls, no windows
no light may enter this darkness
there is only the siren singing 
calling her deeper into a disaster waiting within

it is why when i cross that line 
she is deaf to the milk of human kindness

the song she needs most to hear
deep within the seed must be brought to fruition
it is still there
she must learn to love again
i will never abandon her
she will once again see and hear
the world that loves her
because i will cross that line
lay my love at the feet of her anger

1/25/19