Last night I killed a demon

I'm not pretending to be holy

I don't claim to have arrived either

So many times my heart was broken

yet somehow I have survived.

Deep inside my heart I know that 

what comes up is ready to heal

no one else can do this for me

It's up to my capacity to feel.

Whenever judgment leaves my tongue

I'm just a puppet of my pain

unable to see what's underneath it

standing alone in the rain.

With every tear I free myself from grief

I polish the diamond in my heart

turns every encounter into a teacher

and true love into an art.

© 2022 | Annabelle Bini | February 18, 2021