Heart and mind languish in distress
Like a crippled couple
Who are often left in lurch
In times of dire need
Yet they are safely housed in me
In my flesh and blood, self and soul.
Pain has a free reign of terror
With agonizing rains
Shooting like spears and swords
Hurting thoughts and feelings,
Maimed in the fight
Wagged on, in the inner self.
I am nursing their wounds
Wiping the scabs with my own tears,
Waiting for the healing puff
Or soothing caress
Of motherly, pleasant times
For the sobbing self
Cornered in the cosmic frame
Of what I am an infinitesimal part.
I am what I am with eternal nature
By my deeds and words,
Thoughts and feelings.
I'll keep up the existential fight
For my own rights,
So for human rights
Healing all wounds and scars
Nestling the intense twinge
As the pain finds in me
A strong surge of purging pleasure.