Blood stains on white

A voice of love

You cried out in the wilderness

While all around those who were deaf or blind

Said to you I dont see anything going on

All is fine here

But you felt the decay

That was appearing from under the surface

Of a perfect veneer

Painted heavenly white

You felt the red blood pumping

Trying so hard to bring some life

To what became deadened

By

A numbing perfectionism

A defence against real life

And flight from loneliness and pain

And so

If you became spun so tight

Is it any wonder

You could not stop

Yourself

From trying far too hard

To wash the blood stains out

And then became all twisted up with pain

Of your unlived life

And bleed at night

Silently

Staining cotton sheets

For it was only one who could confirm

The deeper reality you nearly froze inside

And then he died too

Leaving you so alone

And yet you journeyed on

And did not quit

Until you found another soul who saw you too

And so now

You are unravelling

From being spun so tight

So my darling one

Let yourself live

Set yourself free

And the let blood stains speak

In words of poetry

Of the inner battle you fought so long and hard

To win