The Fear In Me.

Pieces of me.

A forever friend
is hard to find when
troubled by a thought,
not seeing what it seems
clouded by a memory dark
in the child, cowering in a corner,
weeping from the blow to his head,
his demon father laughing loudly there.

The mockingbird,
perched in my mind
picking away cell by cell,
grey the matter in my brain
trying to remember the yesterdays.
Praying to God to be a forever friend
a Savior, Jesus to wipe away the fear in me -
Will I die without a memory to know you love me?

Crucified
nailed to a cross,
a blow on your brow
your head a thorny crown.
Sharp the lance piercing deep,
blood and wine flowing -- a sign to lie down,
there in a cave wrapped tightly, silently waiting
for me, a child in your arms smiling to remember you.