Seeking reassurance, yet reticent to touch, Like the anemone retracting with her sting Your barb's unslung by tenderness, or such Tension as tears ope' a tender thing. 5 But saving grace is not a salve to calm And salvation bears its viciousness on wings; Recovery's own pain becomes its balm When what's vile's reversed by virtue's sting. So in this onslaught on your open heart 10 When harness pinches and help's hands come rough, Still gird yourself to give your every part; Know what dives downwind is no churlish chough Sent to peck black each softest thought-- Know what comes to rescue you is love enough.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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