The Reason

Wounds cascade like boulders from a cliff

I can hear them roar tonight

In the acquiescence of the night

In the solitude of my night lamp

They’re coming like the past

Revolting, searing, haunting

I have been underneath

I have been hiding

In its shadow’s deceit

Alone, fearing its strength

Until I found myself broken

Wounds tingle like pebbles

I can feel them crouch

In the embers of my dream

In the soft sound of sleep

Like the memories

Of heydays and losses

Left on the sands of time

I have been there counting

Alone, too long

I found myself

And yet still broken.

In this climb, here on my mountain

As I succumb to my pains

You ‘re all I need to untie my wholeness.