"Misery Dies Slowly"

My dear,
You are the one who molds the shape of your life
You are the one
Who fills your body with tender-lipped caresses
So as to touch
More of the earth-opened sky
Your fingers move gently
Opening one petal at a time

You forget your name
You reach for a paintbrush, a pen,
Anything to express that
Crystalline longing
Now bursting from inside your veins

You write until your thumb is tired
Your hand now a claw,
Grasped in eternal fighting for expression.
The moonlit gaze of absoulition
Or friendliness
Is your stranger.

You fight.
You flee the one place in you where love still resides
Stay away--all doors are bolted here
There is no room left
For wanting
Your bookshelves are already overloaded
With suffering
Cast out and drip dried,
You arrive at God's eternal waiting room to find...

Being upon being in your same situation--
Displaced of thought, love, presence,
Entwined in grief
Plagued by pain
You all see each other
And grin
Not because misery loves company
But because misery slowly dies
In a room full of strangers
Who finally start seeing each other