I have never cried so much

February 1

I have never cried so much
Writing a poem
As I did
When I told of my crucifixion.

There are still
Dark places
Inside,
Waiting for
The Veil to
Snap.

I have prepared
As much
As I can, but
Part of preparing
Is knowing
It will never be enough.

I have been called
To be a Healer.

I suck the
Venom
From the world
And spin it
Into Song.

Long have
My people done
This.

But it still
Hurts
Like
Hell.