My Way of Crying

The metal bed frame is cold against my calf The blade in my hand is cold too I am cold I feel unreal, transparent Here is the answer The way to let go and be Overwhelmed I’ll make it alright to cry The blade meets flesh And I wait for the bite Something greater than The bite of grief Pain, guilt, anger My grip doesn’t falter The tears come Rosy warmth and comfort Fill the furrows of my heel Create a river down My icy calf The tears come Clean spirits streak Their dirty little trails And I feel empty And for a time Have peace